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!
The French Quarter was a breeding ground for parties during this time of year. Well, any time of year, really, but October gave it all a much more spooky theme. Wren Holloway had been crashing one of these Halloween parties, her abilities making it far too easy to gain entrance anywhere she wanted. The woman was sipping on a gin and soda.
The air was cool, unusually so for Louisiana this time of year. Wren had to wrap her sultry outfit in a leather jacket she had taken from some man to keep the breeze off of her bare shoulders. Her excessive use of her voice during the evening was proving to be bothersome for the woman - as much as she loved using men, they didn't provide the company she desired.
That meant she was on the prowl. Wren downed her drink in one fell swoop, left her glass on the patio banister, and made her way back inside of the pulsing apartment.
Apartment might've been an understatement for the dwelling that Wren was crashing at. It was massive - the owner was a former Primrose student, so, filthy rich. The apartment showed it. No matter the actual size, it all felt too cramped with sweating bodies taking up every bit of square footage. Wren made her way back to the bar for another drink – she loved rich people parties – and began her eyeing the crowd. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw a flash of gorgeous red hair and a killer body.
“Why hello, darling.” Wren purred after approaching the woman – she was far more gorgeous than Wren could’ve imagined. Wren twirled a lock of the auburn hair around her finger, God, was it soft. The woman seemed familiar – perhaps Wren had seen her around the school? She wasn’t too sure, her mind was a bit fuzzy at the moment.
It was the week before Halloween, and the parties were already in full swing. There were a scattering of Primrose students, some from Phalanx, even some townies, and they were all dancing together with the bright lights pulsing. Lyric was wearing her favorite red heels and she was looking for someone to crush under them. She was an ice queen and she loved it when people feared her. Being unapproachable, detached, it was all part of her signature. She didn't like when people tried to get too attached to her, and it was something that she would always keep as a barrier. People didn't need to get close to her. She couldn't even get her own parents to care for her in any meaningful way, so why should she give anyone else the chance?
Her heels clicked on the marble tiles in the kitchen, she needed another drink. The gossiping all around, the random in the corner hook ups, she was usually a big fan of it, but not tonight. She wanted to watch over the chaos and reign over it. She was a queen around plebeians. She poured herself a glass of vodka over ice, a little nod to her Russian mother, and took a deep gulp. She was grateful that Olivia took the party off, she wanted to get shit faced without worrying about some drunk with a trust fund and boundary issues trying to grope her baby sister.
Next thing she knew, a leggy blonde was in the kitchen with her, twisting her hair around her finger like she was invited and looking at her in a way that Lyric didn't even want to admit to herself. She had been having thoughts. Feelings towards some girls. Thoughts when she was drunk out of her skull and she could blame it all on the vodka. When she would kiss a friend on the lips a little too long and blame it on being drunk and silly. She would say it was a joke, but really it was something that she couldn't explain.
Lyric looked at the blonde woman, she was bold to touch Lyric without permission. No one had been brave enough to even approach her all evening. She was still living in infamy after leaving the captain of the lacrosse team tied up in a bed for three days when he tried to get her and Olivia in bed at the same time. "And you just thought, why not? Come on and make a move?" She took a sip of her vodka, ignoring the fluttering in her stomach. She was straight. She liked boys. She didn't know what to do about leggy blonde who were braver than half of the men in the room, but a part of her was curious enough to find out.
"I'm Lyric, and you are?" She looked familiar, probably another Primbitch like her.
The aura that Lyric held was one of the things that drew in Wren. Besides the obvious reasons of her being smoking hot. Lyric seemed so powerful, in charge. Wren wanted to see just how true that was. She wanted Lyric to tremble underneath her, scream her name. She wanted to completely unwind this wall of a woman – demolish her barriers.
Wren’s heart skipped a beat when the woman spoke. Was this what it was like to be on the receiving end of her powers? Because damn did it feel good. She watched the woman’s lips move as she spoke, and subconsciously Wren licked her own. She almost missed what the woman had said, the blood was rushing into her ears. A sly grin made it to Wren’s face at Lyric’s response. She wasn’t going to be easy, and Wren loved a good hunt. Wren removed her hand from the other woman’s perfectly curled hair, and moved it behind Lyric onto the granite counter top behind her, closing the space between them drastically. Wren looked down into Lyric’s green eyes.
“You can’t honestly tell me you didn’t like it?” Wren asked innocently. She was definitely undressing the other woman with her eyes, rather shamelessly, she might add. Wren’s bold and intrusive personality was… Not the best, during a lot of encounters. Her heart was thundering and her pupils dilated. Had she been using her voice? God, she hoped not, the last thing she needed was some guy to come up here and ruin everything.
“Lyric?” Wren’s eyes lit up. Oh, this was far too perfect. She knew there had to be several jokes in here somewhere. “Wren Holloway. Primrose Academy.” She grabbed a strawberry from a nearby fruit tray and made quite the show of taking a bite out of it. Thankfully, there weren’t any men within eyesight. The kitchen didn’t seem to be as popular of a hangout spot as the foyer and living area. It was perfect to have a nice conversation with the beautiful woman, the dull roar of the music was muted by the closed door between the rooms.
“Tell me Lyric, have you ever been with a woman? I can certainly make you sing.” Wren couldn’t help the terrible pun – she punctuated it with a wriggling of her eyebrow. “I can do this all night.”
The music was loud, but it seemed like most of the gyrating bodies were sticking to the main living room area. She just couldn't deal with all of that right now. She didn't want to listen to the same bro tell her that she was hot. Didn't want to be pawed at with the same sloppy tongue in her ear. She sipped her drink and realized what a cliche she really was. Nineteen years old, and she was already a bitter bitch. She could cut someone with her acid tongue and scorn someone with her icy glare.
Lyric felt a shiver down her spine when Wren's tongue gently poked out to lick her bottom lip. She was instantly curious if Wren's lipstick would smudge, and was instantly angry at herself for hoping that it did. For hoping that this could lead to the bedrooms. That this could end with soft kisses and hands in long hair. She hated herself, so she drained her drink. She couldn't hate herself if she couldn't feel anything at all. She set her glass down when Wren moved into the space between them. Too close for friendly females hanging out at a party. Too close for Lyric's icy reputation. Not close enough for the deep need Lyric could feel building up for perfectly manicured nailed down her back.
"Most people aren't brave enough to touch. Most look, don't touch." She wished that there was more in the glass. The bottle of vodka was just out of reach. She could grab it if she wanted to break the connection between them. If she wanted to firmly tell the other woman that she wasn't gay, that she wasn't even bi. "Primrose huh?" She cocked a perfectly plucked eyebrow, at least she came from good stock. "Scholarship student or something?" She asked with a smirk.
Students at Primrose were snobby, rich, spoiled, and Lyric was all three in abundance. She didn't want someone who would make terrible puns at her name that would earn a less-than-scathing eye roll, she wanted someone who would put a baby in her and ignore her for the rest of her life. The true American dream. Her mother taught her well, and a woman like Wren. A woman at all was not part of those lessons. She watched those lush lips wrap around the strawberry, and all sorts of illicit thoughts ran through her head. Thoughts of listening to Wren beg her for more. Thoughts of Wren in expensive lingerie bought just for her. Thoughts that caused Lyric to break the contact and grab the bottle of vodka. She poured another drink, a double this time, and smirked at Wren.
"I have been with plenty who promised the same thing. No one has been able to even make it past warming up. I doubt you're up to it. Even if I wanted it." She smirked over her glass, damn she wanted it. She wanted to see Wren make beautiful music between her legs, but she took another drink. Vodka would make it all better. Keep her straight. Keep her from falling into bed with this woman who wasn't going to fall for the same "oh I was so silly and drunk!" line that some of her friends did.
“Most people aren’t me.” Wren responded with a cockiness only someone of her stature could possess. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, suddenly wondering what it would be like to have Lyric tugging on it. The temperature seemed to grow between the two – hopefully this feeling wasn’t only on Wren’s part. Even still – she had a notorious reputation for turning even some of the most rigid girls at Primrose.
“Scholarship student? Oh, darling, you wound me!” Wren feigned an indignant look with her hand over her heart. “Just as silver spoon as you are, dear.” Her body was itching. Burning. Needing. It was taking all of her self-control to not trace the curves of Lyric’s body. She settled for resting her hand on top of the one that was holding Lyric’s drink. It felt like electricity running through her body. Wren momentarily forgot what it was she was doing. Was this the alcohol’s fault, or was it the overwhelming lust for Lyric? She had been practicing singing earlier - using the tone always seemed to get her wildly worked up. The fuzz in her brain couldn’t tell the difference. What was she doing? Wren saw the large glass of vodka again. Right.
“Come on now, I don’t want you to forget tonight.” Gingerly, Wren plucked the glass out of Lyric’s hand and placed it on the counter. She then positioned herself in front of the woman, placing her hands on each side of her – effectively trapping Lyric in her spot. Play it cool, she told herself. No need to end this early – Wren was in it for the long game. “Are you sure you don’t want me?” Wren purred, dangerously close to Lyric’s ear. She couldn’t help herself. The woman was too intoxicating; Wren needed to taste her. She slipped, and gave the woman a light kiss right where Lyric’s earlobe met her neck. A red spot marred her neck – remnants of Wren’s lipstick.
So much for playing it cool. Easing the woman into the idea of sleeping with another woman. Brilliant, Wren. She leaned back and locked eyes with Lyric, still not allowing her escape. Hopefully, she didn’t just ruin whatever was happening between the two.
She would never admit it out loud, ever. Under threat of torture or threat of her credit cards and shoe collection. She would admit it to herself, Wren was gorgeous and she was getting impossibly turned on by the other woman. She could feel tingles down her arms and across her bust, all of the exposed skin to Wren felt like she was going to erupt with frost bite any second. The glass turned frosty in her hand, an unfortunate side effect of any variation in her emotions.
Lyric passed her glass from one hand to another, hoping to warm the glass long enough to keep Wren from even suggesting that she had something to do with a flux of Lyric's abilities. If Wren was Primrose, she had some sort of gift. Maybe this was it? Maybe she was some weird lesbian succubus and was trying to get Lyric into bed for laughs. Someone who was just trying to humiliate Lyric if she went ahead with the advances. It might be 2018, but they were still in the South. These things happened deep in the bayou. She was going to take another deep drink, help herself forget that she was even afraid of Wren's intentions. Drain the glass and be able to say that she didn't know what happened. A spotty memory was better than one where she would forever fiend for what she couldn't have again.
Lyric felt her breath hitch when Wren took the glass, terrified that she would feel just how cold it was. Just how much of an affect that Wren had on her. The next move, a power play that Lyric normally hated. A hand on either side of her hip, the cold marble against her backside. Normally, she would strike a man for trying to trap her. For looking at her as a piece of prey, rather than someone to pray to. When Wren did it, she felt the pure electricity between them. She felt wanted and sexy and needed. "Want you? What makes you think I want you?" She asked with much less of a bite. She was genuinely curious what Wren saw in her that Lyric was trying so desperately to hide. What Wren saw in her that Lyric saw every time she made a lingering glance at a Victoria's Secret or while her roommate was changing.
With her lips on her neck, Lyric was weak in the knees. She could feel the frost grow along the countertop, scaring her a little. She hadn't had so much spontaneous use of her abilities since she came to Primrose. She quickly picked her hands off the countertop, the thick layer of ice remaining on the white marble. She placed her hands on Wren's petite waist, knowing that it was the lesser of all evils and because she wanted to just so badly.
"Are you even capable of being discreet?" She asked in barely above a whisper, the buzz from Wren's lips on her neck was clouding her head. She could blame that. She could blame anything and everything except the fact that she liked girls and she really liked this one.
The temperature of the air, one that was once warm and cackling with electricity, was now dropping drastically. Wren was worried at first, maybe Lyric wasn’t feeling it. Or maybe someone had just opened a door to the outside – Wren couldn’t tell, she was far too preoccupied within the moment. She shivered.
A thin eyebrow raised as Wren noticed that items seemed to be getting frosty around Lyric. The nearly iced over glass of vodka, then the granite counter top crackling with ice. That explained it. Lyric was a frost queen. Wren’s innocent features suddenly turned dangerously devilish.
”Oh, I don’t know.” Her voice had feigned harmlessness, but her eyes were that of a hunter. Wren took one of Lyric’s cold hands, grinning knowingly, and placed a lingering kiss on the inside of her wrist. More red was left in her wake. “Just a feeling I suppose. Is it cold in here to you?” Lyric’s hands made it to Wren’s waist – she could feel the chill through her clothing. It sent shivers up her spine.
“Why would I be discreet when I have the most beautiful girl at the party delightfully wrapped around me?” Wren asked with a cocked eyebrow and tossed a glance to the arms that were now wrapped around her. She looked back into Lyric’s eyes, her own glistening.
Lyric’s lips looked far too tempting – Wren was curious to see what color they would be when their lipsticks melded together. Wren closed the gap between them, her lips mere inches away from the red haired vixen’s when the kitchen door loudly swung open and smacked the wall just to the right of the pair. Wren nearly jumped out of her skin, and turned a deathly glare to the human that dared interrupt her time with Lyric.
Frozen touches, cracking ice on the countertop. She might as well have had a neon sign over her head that screamed LESBIAN IN TRAINING for everyone who could see. She watched the chill chase over Wren's fair skin, and a part of her wondered if Wren was as effected by Lyric the same way that she was. If the cold was just radiating off her skin, or if it was something more. if this was just a game for Wren, or if she was genuinely interested in Lyric.
Something passed over Wren's angelic features. Something changed and she was smirking with dark features that Lyric wanted to memorize. She could clearly see the frost on everything, and Lyric was sure that there were enough Primrose and Phalanx residents that she wasn't going to have to explain herself for the outburst of her abilities. She was sure that most people around the school knew that she was the frosty ice queen, and seeing that Wren didn't know that almost infuriated her. How dare this beautiful woman not know her. Not lust for her from afar like she was so far that everyone was. A part of her wanted to walk away from Wren until she could learn how to appreciate Lyric the way she knew that she should be.
When Wren took her hands, she knew that they were like ice. Cold hands. Frozen heart. Or something like that. When Wren kissed the inside of her wrist, she felt pure excitement roar down her spine. She could barely comprehend what Wren said to her, she could just focus on the trace of lipstick on the sensitive skin on her wrist. "C-cold?" She asked, snapping out of it. "I'm always cold." She said, internally groaning at how stupid she sounded. One little wrist kiss and she was willing to bend to the tiniest whim of this diabolical blonde.
She was going to give in, she was going to close the gap between the two of them. She was going to kiss Wren, she was going to wrap her up and let the snow fall around them like something out of a fairy tale. She heard the crash of the door, and knew that it was for the best.
Lyric used the distraction to snatch the bottle of vodka, the glass frosting with her ice as she walked towards the door and away from the cruel blonde who wanted to turn her life upside down. She wanted to just walk away, to pretend that she wasn't a drunken dude-bro away from kissing Wren until they were both delirious would the attentions. She stopped, feeling her feet freeze to the spot as she looked over her shoulder at Wren. Before she could stop herself, the vodka spoke up, "Are you coming?"
The slamming door had broken the charm. Wren had let out a cry of frustration as Lyric pulled away from her. Oh, she had been so looking forward to drowning herself in the other woman. Cold kisses, electrifying touches, damn she had been so close to unlocking a beautiful night. Just slipping through her fingers.
In those split seconds, Wren was completely absorbed in pitying herself. Woeing over her lost night. She couldn’t simply go paw at another woman now, Wren was far too hung up on the (or so she convinced herself) lesbian-in-denial. Wren wouldn’t stop until she had that woman wrapped around her fingers. Her despair then quickly turned into conspiratorial plotting. How would she run in to Lyric again? Sure, they went to the same school, but Primrose was large, they obviously hadn’t known each other before. Maybe she could follow her, and steal her away into an empty classroom? No, no, this was beginning to sound too stalker-ey, need to tone back the crazy.
Three little words woke Wren from her reverie. Her eyes shot up, clearly not expecting an invitation. Wren must’ve looked ridiculous – jaw hanging open and eyes bugging out of her head. That, gentlemen, is how you pick up ladies. After a beat, Wren regained her composure and took Lyric’s frosty hand.
”I knew you couldn’t resist me, of course.” She grinned, back to her cocky self and leading the way. Wren expertly wove throughout the dancing, sweating bodies, and to the staircase. Wren glanced to Lyric, her heart thundering once more.
Lyric was so gorgeous it hurt. As much as Wren wanted to ravish her right there, in front of god and everyone, but… But Wren was sensible enough to know that Lyric had reservations. Not everyone was as sure of their sexuality as Wren was. She took in Lyric’s visage once more. The smudged lipstick on her neck and wrist – how it beautifully accented her auburn red hair. Standing on the stairs, she looked into Lyric’s emerald eyes again.
”Are you sure?” It took all that Wren was to not help persuade Lyric into sleeping with her. She wanted to taste her lips. Her body. Everything. Wren had to control herself. This was Lyric’s decision. ”I’ll be kind… Or cruel, if you prefer it that way. Whatever you want, darling, it’s yours.”
"I knew you couldn't resist me." She felt the hitch in her throat. She could feel the lingering of Wren's lips on her wrist. She could feel the desire that she had for the other woman. "I knew you couldn't resist me." She heard the voice over and over. The vodka was practically frozen in the bottle. The ice was radiating off her skin, she could practically feel the diamond shimmering patterns on her fair skin. She had never been this knocked off her game. She had never been so turned on, and so desperate for anyone but the person who did it for her. "I knew you couldn't resist me."
The confidence of the vodka, the telling herself that it wouldn't mean anything to her. She knew it would make her a liar.
"I knew you couldn't resist me."
She wasn't a liar. She stepped closer to Wren, the party was moving behind them. The dancing, the drinking, the chaos of the world seemed to just slow down when Wren touched her. When Wren looked at her, spoke to her. She bit her lower lip slightly, she just didn't know what to do.
"No, I can resist you..." She pulled Wren into the closet under the stairs, the darkness pulling them both to safety and the various coats providing them with some sort of cover. Lyric wasn't ready to fly some bisexual flag, or lesbian, or questioning, or whatever the fuck she was, but she was ready to taste those sinful lips that have been tormenting her all night. She wanted to have those lips crying out her name and have Wren feel this same need that Lyric was feeling.
Mostly she just wanted to wipe that damn smirk off of her face.
Lyric pulled her close, kissing the other woman deeply. She wanted to see that lipstick smudged and she wanted to see Wren dying for more from her. Lyric was, by all means, desirable and she wanted to see Wren as much of a mess as Lyric was turning into.
"Let's be honest, you can't resist me." She said, trailing down to Wren's neck with her lips as her hands trailed up between Wren's thighs. The first of many things to happen in that closet.
Wren let out a delightful noise of surprise when Lyric pulled her into the coat closet. Her perfectly tousled hair quickly became totally unkempt in the mess of high dollar coats and jackets. Nothing could remove the smile from Wren’s face.
Lyric’s lips came crashing down on to her own.
Well, perhaps that. That would definitely remove the smile from her face. Now the game was on. Wren kissed Lyric with equal fervor, and nipped lightly at her bottom lip for an extra surprise. Her head rolled as Lyric’s kisses made their way down her neck, and Wren couldn’t help the low moan that escaped from her lips.
“Lyr-!” Finishing her sentence was impossible as Lyric’s kisses and wandering hands worked in tandem. Clearly, Wren had overly worked herself up. So much so that even the lightest touches of the other woman had her melting in her place. Breathing became harder – was it the stuffy closet or the suffocating lust Wren was feeling? She didn’t care. Wren’s arms wrapped around Lyric – one cupping her ass and the other tangling itself in her still perfect hair. After their closet fiasco, Wren was certain Lyric would still be glowing with perfection, not a mar or smudge of makeup on her. Maybe it was the pedestal Wren was putting her on talking.
”Let’s be honest, you can’t resist me.” There was that crooked grin again. Wren couldn’t help but let it spread across her face.
”Darling, I don’t want to.” Wren pulled Lyric closer, her hand moved from Lyric’s bum to her bare thigh, sliding further up under her dress. Energy filled the air as Wren’s lust for the other woman grew – she needed Lyric. Desperately.
"Daring, I don't want to." Wren's sing-song voice being turned into dark, sinful, and full of wicked promises that she had every intention of making the blonde keep.
The two of them in the darkness of the closet. An appropriate setting given what a damn closet case Lyric was becoming. Pulling random women into closets to get off, and then she knew. She knew that deep down that she was going to walk away from this damn closet and pretend like it never happened. For now? She was going to lean into it. She was going to assault Wren's lean neck with her kisses, her teeth, her lips. She wanted so much more than what they were able to do in the closet, but she couldn't give into all of that. Not yet. Not when they were at risk of being caught at any second. Even if it was part of the allure. Being caught with a panting, writhing, moaning mess of a woman at command of her agile fingers.
She wanted to believe that it was just a woman that would make Wren so much better. She wanted to believe that it was because Wren had the same pieces, that Wren had experience with self-exploration, she didn't want to admit that it was because Wren was just better. That Wren was better because Lyric wanted her more than any of the well-meaning attempts in the past from boys. She didn't want any of those boys with their grunts, their thrusts, she wanted Wren with her grace and beauty. She wanted someone who was as beautiful as she was, and who knew it.
She wanted someone like Wren, but she couldn't do it. She couldn't admit to herself when it was surely the easiest thing she could have done. All she had to do was snap her fingers and she was sure that she was going to have Wren running for her. She was sure that she would be able to have Wren any time she wanted it, but she couldn't bring herself to it. Not when they were outside of this closet. her nimble fingers worked Wren, coaxing every earned gasp, moan, and pant from Wren. She earned those noises and she was for sure going to enjoy every second of it. When the evidence of their actions rolled down Wren's thighs, Lyric was in a similar mess. How Wren could grip her hips so mean, assault her neck and collarbone, but still have Lyric panting for more. Rolling her hips to get every last digit that Wren had to offer her. She was addicted, possessed, and fearless. She made a similar mess down her thighs, panting for the air that she wasn't all that positive she needed. She had Wren wrapped around her, what could anyone else have to offer? What could air, or vodka, or food have to offer her?
Even with all of those euphoric thoughts, thoughts that came when she was in the best of the aftermaths that rarely came from the best of intentions, she untangled from Wren. She wiped her lower lip to clean the smudges from Wren's flawless skin, stole one final look at the shaking and gasping woman amid all of the coats, and left the closet. She got what she needed from the other woman and she was going to make sure that she never needed Wren like that again.
