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!
Evan walked into the middle of the loud club, and instantly felt the most relaxed she had all week. She was overworked, underpaid, and given how much Adam had been working lately, under touched. She hated to admit it, but that ginger of hers had her wrapped around his little finger. She wasn't used to giving up any control in any situation. It was what she prided herself on. She enjoyed being in charge way too much, but somehow it became better when she was with him. She wouldn't admit out loud that she enjoyed him bossing her around, she would never give all of that up, but she could think it. He wasn't the telepath in their arrangement.
Evan tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and walked up to the bar for a drink, excited to get a little drunk and have a fun night. She ordered a whisky on the rocks and left money on the counter when the bartender slid the amber colored liquor over in a glass. She leaned back against the bar and watched the crowds pulse and vibrate with each other. She loved being out. She was the type who believed in working hard and playing harder. It was going to be the only way she kept herself sane in this field. She would listen in to people during the most horrible times of their lives, and she would write about it and profit from it. It was less than ethical, but hell, she was a journalist, not a nun.
She took a sip of the whisky, hoping that she would recognize someone in the thick of the crowd. Even a new face might be fun to spend some time with. It would be better than getting drunk and falling into her bed with one shoe on. Again.
This week.
Maybe her work and play balance was slightly off. Evan took another sip of her whisky and watched to see if anyone would be able to catch her eye or her interest. She was all for meeting new people and making new friends.
To Val, there was nothing better than the feeling of performing. There was no pressure to be anyone but yourself. Val always felt that her true self was when she was in tiger form. There had always been a raw, animal instinct to her nature, so when she turned for the first time, it made sense to her. She wasn’t scared during her first transition; she had been in awe. It was kind of like something had finally woken up and life made sense during her first transformation. She had always felt out of place and unwanted in her life, something she could not help but feel even after the transition but turning into a tiger took all of the thinking away. It allowed her to become an animal and not have to use her human brain. Animals didn’t have rules. It was eat or be eaten. Being a tiger meant that most of the time, Val was the one eating.
Tonight, Val had a hunger for booze and dancing, something that always happened after performances. Performing unleashed the real Val that anxiety snuffed. Plus, alcohol brought the real Val out into the world.
The tall blonde had a few shots of tequila in her system as she swayed to the rhythm of the music blasting over the speakers. Her hands tangled into her own hair as she raised her arms, allowing her hands to slowly make their way down her body as she lowered her arms. Her piercing blue eyes closed as she spun in a half circle on her itty-bitty heels. She made her way over to the bar (again), gladly taking a shot of tequila and a glass of water from the eager bar tender. Val gave him a flirty grin, running her fingers up his arm. She may not have been into men, but she knew how to work the system by using her sexuality to get what she wanted.
Her slender fingers grasped the small, cool shot glass, and she quickly brought it up to her plump lips before tilting her head back, closing her eyes at the burn of the alcohol. She smacked the glass back on the bar, using one finger to push it towards the smitten bar tender. She brought the cool glass of water to her lips, taking a few refreshing sips before turning her attention to the beautiful blonde that appeared. Val smiled at the girl, setting her glass of water down on the counter again before pushing past the two men that were standing between her and Evan.
Val placed a slender elbow on the bar top, leaning into her arm. She gave a grin to Evan, red lips parting to reveal her dangerously white teeth. Her blonde hair was tousled, falling to her mid back in waves. She was wearing a gold, shiny dress that hugged her curves and had no back.
Evan moved with the music, enjoying how it felt to dance and how freeing it could be. She was doing her best to block out the thoughts all around her, but it was easy enough. She had lots of practice. She usually tried to just let it happen when she felt like someone was lying to her or when she wanted to try to get something on someone. Adam was rising to the top of that list, clearly followed by her brothers. She could admit that being manipulative was probably one of her least attractive traits. It was just something that happened sometimes and she tried to balance out her karma at the end of the day. She returned to the bar, enjoying the way the whisky felt in her head and the way she felt talking to cute guys who she would never go home with. She was seeing Adam, but that didn't mean she was dead. She could still talk to someone and who knows, maybe Adam had a jealous streak in him that she could use to her advantage. She loved messing with her boss more than anything, it was her favorite pastime.
And since he started to give into her, she used that manipulation to her advantage.
She was surprised when the men she was talking to were shoved away as a tall blonde woman approached her in a gold shiny dress. She took a sip of her drink when the woman gave her a downright predator grin that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. "Is that so?" She asked looking over the blonde woman. She was bold, Evan would give her that.
Evan leaned back against the bar, resting her elbows on the dark wood edging as she looked over at the blonde woman, "And what makes you think I could use some company?" Considering she had some company who the tall blonde woman shoved aside. Evan was getting a feeling that she was one of those women who thought that all men were predators and that she was saving her or something.
Evan grew up with two older brothers who thought that it was funny to mess with her for being the only girl and the baby of the family, anything that any of these boys wanted to throw at her she would be able to toss right back at them. She had a wicked tongue, a sinful pen, and a mean upper cut.
Val struggled with severe anxiety. She had been working on it since she was a young child. When their adoptive parents gave them up to the circus, Val had felt abandoned, given up on. She felt broken and like she didn't matter. No one would love her for more than 10 years at a time. Except for her twin sister, that is. Her sister had been there for her since birth. Val's only bond in life was with her sister. It may have been a bit odd to some people, but being abandoned from the start with abandonment again during adolescents really messed with someone's ability to form a true, healthy bond. As a child, she coped with her anxiety with having Mattie talk for her. She would whisper into Mattie's ear, Mattie repeating what she needed or wanted to communicate with others. It was frustrating when she met new people. They would often refuse to speak to Val or help her unless she specifically talked to them herself. As an adult, though, Val had learned about the magic of alcohol. Alcohol calmed her anxieties, gave her the courage to speak for herself. Alcohol allowed her to be free, bold, and honest. She was able to escape from the trap her mind had set up.
When the girl spoke, Val gave her a sweet half-smile. The freckles on her face moved with the slight movement, and it almost made her seem like a young child getting a compliment from someone.
"You may be surrounded by others, but you are not engaging with them. That shows me that you are here. By yourself."
She told the blonde woman, adjusting herself so that she was leaning on the counter with one elbow. She brushed her wavy blonde hair behind her ear, sweat glistening off her sunkissed skin. She had been dancing her heart out on the dance floor, surrounded by other warm bodies. Her body was bound to try an cool itself off in anyway possible.
"I am Valentina."
She added, blue eyes peering over her shoulder to look at the dance floor for a brief moment when the song changed. She turned her attention back to the other blonde, giving her a small, drunken smile.
"I love this song."
She told the girl, closing her eyes as if the music was entering her very soul.
