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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Post by Lilith Grace Taylor on Jan 1, 2019 21:07:15 GMT
Her mind was foggy in regards to the last few days. There were bits and pieces that seemed to be as vivid as the world in front of her, but much of it was just out of her range of vision, like an mirage in the desert. Every single time that she felt like she was getting closer to the things that she saw, they were would suddenly be further away again. No matter how much Lilith tried to reach out, to hold onto something that might have been familiar, she was left unsuccessful and feeling empty. It wasn’t the first time that her mind had been tampered with, wasn’t the first time that she couldn’t recall something that felt like it was too important to forget.
Lili wasn’t the first to experience things like that. There were other patients in the hospital that seemed to be going through the same things that she was; bits of their memory that felt like something should have been there, but it just wasn’t. Maybe they had just imagined it, like when you wanted to say something, but simply forgot. It was odd that they were all experiencing it, but that had happened before. It was normal because of how much time they spent together. That kind of thing made sense, right? The pink-haired girl was trying to find ways to justify it as much as she could, no matter how much she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about the situation. Something that didn’t quite fit in with all of the other pieces of the puzzle.
The library once again offered Lili a place of solitude. The common spaces were oftentimes too loud for her to actually be able to think clearly and despite how much she loved being around people, there were times when it was necessary to have a little bit of peace of mind. That was what the stacks of books afforded her. It was a familiar face that also seemed to be seeking the silence of the library that drew her attention from the fortress of books that had earlier captured her attention so thoroughly. ”Eli?” Realizing that he wasn’t actually looking at her, the reanimator rose from her crouched position and made her way over to him, skirting into his line of sight and offering a wiggle of her fingers in greeting. ”Hey, fancy seeing you here~”
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Post by Elijah Noel Cartwright on Jan 16, 2019 2:55:19 GMT
Humanity made Eli want to eat his own feet. At least if he did that, he'd have something else to steal his attention for a brief amount of time. Unfortunately, he valued his ability to move around without aid. And so there he was, his stomach void of human flesh, trying desparately to immerse himself into a book for a temporary escape.
He often enjoyed reading fiction, but today's pick was a survival story about a plane crash in the Andes Mountains. He always wondered how he'd respond to such extreme conditions and human nature had always interested him in that sense. The Brazilian victims of that crash had survived because of their willingness to consume the meat of those who had not perished. When they came home after being rescued, people attacked them and said that they were wrong for disturbing the corpses... that they should have died before turning to cannibalism. Eli thought that was wrong... that people shouldn't have reprimanded the survivors. They hadn't done anything to disrespect the corpses-- they'd been using the bodies that were no longer being used. It seemed a lot more sensible than letting them rot.
The story consumed him, and it was a miracle he'd caught the flash of pink hair. The moving fingers helped to get his attention and he looked up, grinning as he recognized the face.
"Hey Lili, what's up?" he greeted, placing a bookmark on his page and shutting the book. He liked Lili and he didn't get as much time alone with her as he'd have liked. So seeing her here, it was a nice surprise.
"Just trying to avoid people. I've had enough of them for the year," he said, explaining his own reason for sitting on the floor with his back propped up against a bookshelf despite the many chairs that the room had to offer. "You free to talk for a bit?" He'd been hella stressed lately... but that was nothing new.
Post by Lilith Grace Taylor on Jan 25, 2019 23:18:14 GMT
Days of her memory were missing, of that there was no doubt. The phantom feeling of hands around her throat and the pain that resonated in her sternum were things that couldn’t be overlooked. More often than not, her fingers drifted towards the column of her neck, brushing over the bruises that had grown fainter over the last couple of days so that they almost perfectly blended in with the paleness of her skin. While that pain had faded, her sternum hadn’t been so lucky. Every shift of her body in a different position, every cough or sharp intake of breath sent a new wave of pain through her body and it was all inexpiable - nevermind the bruising there, too.
The library was a safe place for Lili. It was the place where she was safe, the place where she could escape from the tragedies of the world and live in harmony with a good book that took her away. Fiction was the place where her mind retreated, creating a fantasy that was good enough to remind her that while the world was shit, people could imagine a better place. Whether it was high fantasy or something as simple as introducing the gifted aspect to a small town; it didn’t matter to Lili as long as she was able to get away from Monroeville. Though it had been years since she found herself at the hospital, Lilith was holding on to the hope that she would one day get out.
She knew that she wasn’t the only one. There were others that had hopes of getting out, though many more had resigned themselves to a designated fate of suffering. Monroeville was a place that seemed to suck the happiness out of people and no amount of being bubbly and outgoing would change that, but Lili was going to hold on with all her might. Hope was the only thing that she had in this place. It was the one thing that couldn’t be taken away from her no matter how many dreary days she spent alone or how much time in solitary she found herself stuck with.
She wasn’t in solitary anymore, though. She was standing in front of one of her few friends, wiggling her fingers so that she could catch his attention. ”Just trying to escape for a little while,” she offered, shrugging her shoulders in response, ignoring the flare up of pain that the action brought up. Moving from her crouched position, Lili sat herself on the floor opposite of Eli and crossed her legs. ”Yeah, no one is expecting me for a while.” At least she didn’t think they were. Lili actually wasn’t sure where Mason or Sophie were, but she trusted that they were in good company wherever they are. ”What’s up, buttercup?”
Post by Elijah Noel Cartwright on Mar 1, 2019 23:02:37 GMT
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Eli missed Lili when she was in solitary. God, he craved positive human interaction so much. When it came to people in Monroeville, the people-he-wanted-to-kill to people-he-vaguely-enjoyed ratio was very heavily tipped in the direction of the former. Sometimes, he wanted to chew out his friends when they got punished. It was just as much a punishment for him.
He grinned when she took a seat in front of him, nodding a greeting.
"Missed you," he said, offering an overdramatically sweet grin. Despite his obnoxiousness, he really had missed her.
"What's up, buttercup?" So much was up. So much was always up.
"Nothing really. It's just been a fucking week," he admitted. It was nothing new, but sometimes the everyday stresses of life in Monroeville just got to him. They all piled over him at once, crushing him.
"Yanno, I really love it when the lunch people turn around and then ask you what you want," he pointed out sarcastically. "I'm pretty sure that's fucking rude if you can hear." It got under his fucking skin so fucking much. "Then other people in line start getting pissed because you're holding up the line. Like you haven't been here long enough for people to know how to effectively communicate. It's not fucking hard." Spoiler alert: this hypothetical situation was referring to him.
"How've you been doing?" he asked, genuinely wanting to know that she was okay. "Oh-- I'm going on the next trip out. Do you want anything?"
Post by Lilith Grace Taylor on Mar 3, 2019 3:07:30 GMT
Solitary wasn’t a place that Lilith actively tried to get sent to. In fact, there was rarely a time when she had found herself placed there in the four years since she had been at Monroeville.
This time had just been a sort of breaking point, she supposed. It wasn’t a place that she planned on revisiting, but Lili knew too well how often plans ended up sideways. That was the reason that she didn’t make too much of an effort to plan and simply allowed things to happen as they did, aware that they would work out one way or another.
Eli’s words brought a vibrant grin to her features as she attempted to sign to him while speaking, ”Missed you, too.”
It was something that she was working on, trying to get better and better so that there would be a time when they wouldn’t need words to communicate. Learning another language was hard, but especially one where sometimes words were just completely left out. Who knew that you simply said fine in response to thank you? The more Lili learned, the more she was convinced that someone was playing a joke on her.
A frown pulled her features downward as he relayed that it had been a long, frustrating week. His tale of woe was not lost on her and it was obvious that this hypothetical situation wasn’t so hypothetical. ”I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I would have told people to shove it.” It probably would have been done really politely, but that was beside the point.
”I think I pulled something in my ribs.” Or it was cracked and needed fixing, but y’know, who was really keeping track? ”Do you think you can find some of those Lindt chocolates? Could make me feel better~” the pink-haired reanimator said, grinning again in Eli’s direction.
Lilith missed the trips to the outside world, but that was the punishment that came with being in solitary. You lost out on opportunities to leave Monroeville. She couldn't wait for the day that she could go there again. "Where do you think you're going to go?"
