Rebels & Mutineers is set in modern day New Orleans, Louisiana. R&M is fueled by player's plots and group input.
Supernatural people have always had their place in society, hidden in plain sight or locked away for their own protection. New Orleans, a haven for the strange and mysterious and a magnet for the supernatural.
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05.11.19
As the community reels from the untimely death of Lucia Lovelle, life has to move on. Primrose readies for the annual Prom celebration! Keep your eye out for a event board and have fun!
02.27.19
It's not too late to vote for February's OTM winners! The winners for January, keep an eye out on your messages for your winner's graphics for your signature. Already voted? Make sure you check out the Mardi Gras event board! Party up, have a good time, and enjoy!
Okay, she was ninety-nine percent sure someone or something had jinxed her when she was born.
It all started the moment she woke up and found to her dismay she woke an hour late. It didn't make her an hour late to her new school but made it so she couldn't finish her packing as she had planned to. It seems her alarm had decided that was the day it wanted to die; yay.
So from there, she thought maybe it was possible to still salvage the fuck up called her day, but no, life said flup that!
It seems her Mother had forgotten to make her breakfast as the deadline drew closer and closer for the woman's next sculptor piece, and her Father was roped into helping her Mother finish. Hence why no one freaking came to wake her!
Groaning, she grabbed a banana and burst into her Mother's studio. "Mother! Father! Can someone please take me to my school before I'm late???"
A tall lanky woman that walked with the grace of a ballerina popped her head up from behind an eight-foot-tall hunk of clay. "Darling! What are you still doing here? John, why haven't you taken Birdie to her school yet?" The graceful woman walks up to Alania and kisses her on the cheek before going back to gouging out chunks of clay flesh.
"Alright Love. Try not to forget lunch while I'm gone." John doesn't mention that it was his wife that forced him into helping her with her project, and simply goes with the flow. Ruffling Alania's hair, she helps her get her suitcases into the car and drives her off to her new school.
Once there, she, of course, got lost, but luckily met a nice guy who helped her out. Those were only the major problems; she also found out she forgot her phone charger in her room, miss placed her wallet at some point, and was pretty sure in her rush to leave she forgot all but one of her panties.
So to say she was ready to just become one with her bed was an understatement. Rolling her luggage into her room, she noticed another bed but no one in it. Thinking nothing of it, she parked her battered luggage bag, threw her bookbag onto the mattress, and proceeded to flop onto her bed. Sinking into its surprisingly plush mattress and sighs. "Oh this feels like heaven!" Groans loudly before suddenly remembering something.
Quickly sitting up looking freaked, she rummages through her bookbag and visibly relaxed as she pulls out a battered up stuffed dog. Squeezing it to her chest, she tried to think of Atlas at home and not the empty room that seems to be closing in around her.
The plane ride from New York to New Orleans was fairly simple, and any chance she had to get away from her parents was an opportunity she was going to jump on. She was going to miss Nova, but she knew that her sister was resilient enough to be okay in Manhattan without her. The Pennbrook parents weren't abusive, they would have to put forward an effort into their parenting for that. Lyric pulled her knees to her chest on the plane and looked out the window, her skin was ice cold and she knew that she was going to be in a place where she was going to learn how to use all of these.
When she arrived in New Orleans, the dense heat was disgusting and uncomfortable. She put her sunglasses on her face, sighed deeply and made her way to the car waiting to take her to Primrose Academy. They told her that she was going to have a roommate, she would be attending classes, and learning how to control her gifts in a safe environment. Why she had to come to the sweaty armpit of the country to do it, she was still unclear. Lyric cranked the air conditioning in the car and felt her whole body relax and get back to even a little comfortable in her own skin. Too warm and she would overheat and end up back in the hospital again.
Lyric ran her fingers through her hair and walked through the marble flooring of Primrose Academy, her heels clicking as she walked behind the tour guide. "Blah, blah, blah, thanks for everything, but this was super boring." She walked into the room and tossed her carry on bag onto the bed. She turned and looked at the other girl on the bed, cradling a stuffed animal like it was the first day of kindergarten.
"Really?" She asked, pity clear on her features, "Did your mommy pack that for you?" She rolled her eyes and started to unpack some of her belongings. She just wanted to get through her time at Primrose, and get back to her sister. She was sure that there were hot boys around, and she knew that seeing her roommate's bright red hair was only going to make her miss her sister even more.
"Let me guess, you miss home already?" She asked over her shoulder, unpacking some of her clothes. She had more things coming, but they were being shipped by her parents.
Immediately Alania sat up when another girl walked into the room. Her eyes soaking in the sight of the other girl's elegant frame and pretty clothes. Even though they both were redheads, the others seemed more vibrant and dazzling than her own dull shade.
Immediately she smiled, almost forgetting that she was clutching to her raggedy stuff teddy. "Hi, its a pl-" Her words stilled in midsentence as the other girl's words registered. Confusion clouded her eyes for a moment until she glanced down at her arms.
Scorching heat raised to her cheeks as she took note of her 'security blanket'. "Oh my gosh!" Without thought, she shoved the teddy behind her back and lowered her head for a moment as all of that embarrassment soaked in.
Leave it to her to make a fool out of herself the first time she mets her roommate. One point to the Alania Fool board.
Sucking in a sharp breath, she pushed down the negative thoughts and tried to focus on the good. Yes, she looked foolish holding a teddy, but at least she wasn't alone anymore! Looking back up, she smiled at her roommate again. Tucking in a strand of unruly hair behind her ear.
"Ah, no. Actually just feeling a bit lonely, but now you are here!" She tells her cheerily. "I'm Alania Wilts. I hope we have a great school year together." The sincerity in her voice could be heard as she smiled sweetly to the girl.
Fidgeting for a moment, she seemed restless. She wasn't really all that good at talking to people her age. Usually, she just read books or went hiking with Atlas. "D-Do you need help? I can uh... help organize?" Even she winced at the awkward suggestion.
Lyric could feel the eyes on her as she rolled her belongings into the room. She was used to people staring from her bright red hair, the comments on the streets of how much people loved it. How beautiful it was. Even some of the thinly veiled threats of what they would do to her should she ever decide to dye her own hair. Her new roommate also had the ginger trait and Lyric was already not looking forward to how many times people were going to ask if they were related. As if every redhead was magically connected.
They were the Weasleys, for fuck's sake.
The other girl tossed the teddy bear that she had been doing absolutely nothing to hide before she got there and Lyric immediately changed the sheets on the bed. She was allergic to low thread count. It made her break out in disgust and cringe. She might have been taken away from the home that she loved, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to do the best she could with this place until whatever it was in her DNA that made her a weirdo flipped on for Nova. When her sister was here, she would feel a lot better.
She pulled out some clothes, hanging them up in the closet to keep them from getting wrinkled. She could hear the cotton candy sweetness in the other girl's voice and it sent a shiver down Lyric's spine. The wooden hangers in her hands started to grow icy as she tried to keep herself in line. She really couldn't stay there if she gave her roommate frost bite on the first day. As tempting as it would be to go back to New York, she knew that there was no way she was going to get tossed from the nicest school she had been to.
Worse than that, there was no way she was going to risk harming her sister.
b]"Alania? What kind of name is that?"
[/b] Not like she had much room to speak, but it was at least something that made sense. "I'm Lyric Pennbrook. Where you from Alanna?" She asked, sitting on her newly made bed with one leg crossed over the other. The girl was basically a Disney princess with her wide eyes and teddy bears. She was meant to be broken.
Lyric was forged in the fires of Manhattan high society and the frost of a Russian mail order bride mother who always assumed she was worth more than the postage her father paid for her. She was not someone who brought teddy bears to school and offered to help people organize their belongings. She was the type who could ruin a life without caring too much about what happened after. In fact, she was starting to become curious if she would be able to keep the room for just herself if she managed to get her roommate to leave Primrose Academy from the pure shame of being the way she was.
