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 Anaïca Victoire Toussaint on Jan 3, 2019 5:07:12 GMT
Piper Davies.
That was the name that she had been given by the woman she had hired to find the younger girl for her. All that Anaïca had to go off of was around the time that her father had run off and had his affair, when they had found out that a child was a product of the entire ordeal. She knew that Seattle had been the location, but who the woman was or anything else after that was a complete mystery. It had taken years to be able to afford a private investigator that was talented enough to be able to find the sad excuse of a trail that had been left behind from Marcel Toussaint’s escapades. With little to go on, Anaïca knew that any attempts to find the half-sibling that came from his loins were going to be a long shot at best. Never had the twenty-seven year old actually imagined that there was a chance that the child would be found.
She had imagined even less that said child would be in the same city as her nineteen years later.
It seemed like some kind of cruel joke played by a fate, a stark reminder of the adultery that had been committed by her father. Yet in spite of the anger that Anaïca had towards him for destroying the foundation of a family that had been built, she couldn’t find it in herself to deny the sibling she had never known. That would have made her no better than he was and, though her mother wanted nothing to do with the girl, that didn’t mean that Anaïca had to feel the same way. If anything, it made her desire to get to know Piper even stronger than it had been before. Unfortunately, she knew that there was a very real possibility that her new half-sister would reject any idea of knowing her - and that came after trying to explain the situation to her and who she actually was.
The details about Piper were vague at best. The records that had been kept weren't perfect, but Anaïca had been able to determine that the past she came from wasn’t one that involved a loving upbringing in a happy home. It had been one of the things that urged her to reach out, to attempt to build a bridge between their lives and see if it was at all possible to meet in the middle. All that Anaïca had to go off of now was a picture and a location - the Gorgon’s Head. It was a place that she had been to before, a place with a good atmosphere and a friendly owner which made coming back something that was all too easy for patrons to do.
After sitting in her car for the last twenty minutes, attempting to get the courage necessary for what was to come, Anaïca finally entered the bar and made her way to the front. It wasn’t a particularly busy time, but she knew that was all likely to change as it got later in the evening. The sooner that she did this, the better it would be, if only because there would be less of an excuse for Piper to take off and help other patrons. Moving to take a seat at the bar, she waited, the folder full of history sitting on the bar top while her fingers anxiously drummed against it.
TAGSPiper Addison DaviesNOTES starters suck, but ily and if you need more or want me to add some dialogue here, or any changes at all let me know <3
Post by Piper Addison Davies on Jan 13, 2019 0:02:53 GMT
Piper had been working at the Gorgon’s Head for a few weeks, and she still wasn’t totally comfortable in her job. It was weird, being behind the bar, but she definitely wasn’t strong enough to be a bouncer, and the thought of being a waitress made her want to claw off her own skin, but behind the bar? That she could handle. Back here, she was far enough away from the patrons to feel okay, even if it meant rapidly learning each of the drinks and how they were made. Her coworkers, to their credit, were really great at helping her out, and didn’t judge her if she couldn’t remember how to make something so far. She was wondering to see how long it would take for her to break something and piss off her boss… who kind of terrified her. As far as she had seen, Declan Kahale wasn’t the type to get mad, and he had never even raised his voice in her general direction. The problem was that he was incredibly large and intimidating, and the fact that he could easily overpower her was enough to send her into a cold sweat.
Still, overall she was beginning to adjust to life working at the Gorgon’s Head. She still played her violin during the day, but now she got a much later start time, and she didn’t stay out as long as she used to. Now, she played in the street by day, and by night, she mixed drinks behind a bar, dealt with patrons, and put her blunt nature to work bullshitting with a few of the regulars while she did it. It was an interesting existence, one that she had never seen herself having, but it was one that she was thankful to have.
Piper knew that she owed a lot to Jaxon for the life that she now had. If he hadn’t come to New Orleans looking for his family, if he hadn’t ended up at Phalanx House, she would still be homeless without a job and her brothers would be in foster care. Maybe it bothered her a little that her big brother managed to walk into their lives and tie everything up in a nice little bow when she had been struggling for just over a year now to do the same thing, but she wasn’t admitting that out loud. Especially not to Jaxon, he had been through enough in the seven years that he had spent in juvie. She couldn’t imagine how he had lasted in there, having to deal with a power that he hadn’t even had time to learn how to control. She couldn’t even imagine how hard it was for him to conceal it from the people that he had spent literally every moment of his life with. She wasn’t sure how common Gifted people were in the world, but she could bet that there weren’t that many in juvie, which meant that he had to hide it without even knowing how to control it. That must have been hell.
Piper grabbed a glass from the rack of freshly washed dishes, lining them up on the shelf, when a woman walked into the bar. She looked familiar, in a way that was still somehow unfamiliar. It was like she had features that resembled someone Piper knew, and the whole thing was enough to unsettle her. Still, she set aside any personal discomfort that she might have felt, and made her way towards the woman, an attempt at a welcoming smile on her face. This woman was not someone that she had ever seen before, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t a regular here since Piper was still so new. Still, she figured that she would stick with her pretty generic greeting. “Welcome to the Gorgon’s Head. Can I get something started for you?”
Anaïca Victoire Toussaint| This is not my best, but I hope it's enough for you to work with. As always, if you need more, let me know! ♥
Post by Anaïca Victoire Toussaint on Mar 3, 2019 20:46:13 GMT
Anaïca found herself wondering if this was how people that were being reunited with their long lost families often felt. While she was positive the experience was different for everyone, it was impossible to ignore the bubble of anxiety that swelled in her stomach and she swallowed hard in an attempt to get rid of the lump that had formed in her throat. Anaïca had gone years without knowing anything about the sister that she had never met. There were always vague little details that would slip through the cracks; where she had been born, who it was suspected that her mother was. After that, the trail seemed to be relatively dead for Anaïca and that was the reason that it had been so pertinent to hire a private investigator. Unfortunately the cost of that was something that she had balked at. It needed to be done, though. She had so many questions that needed to be answered.
It had taken time and the final piece of the puzzle to affording this was being able to take over the vet clinic. It was something that she was incredibly grateful for and hoped that she would be able to do her former boss justice where it was all concerned. There was an entire team that was willing to continue working with her, to help uphold the standard that they were all used to, but it was going to take time to adjust to everything. There was only so much that one person could do and already she was thinking about branching out and seeing who she might be able to employ in order to make her clinic the best one out there. Thankfully she had an unending amount of support in the form of the friends that she kept - one of whom just happened to own the bar that she had found herself seated in.
Who would have thought that one of her closest friends was also the person that was employing her half-sister?
It was proving to be a world smaller than what Anaïca had ever thought possible and so there she sat, occasionally staring at the manila folder like it was going to tell her how to handle this situation. How exactly did one broach the subject of being related to someone that they had never seen before, let alone met? Her eyes turned towards the young woman who had addressed her and she felt her heart stop for half of a second, the words she was about to say faltering before they ever passed her lips. She was prettier than the pictures had depicted, something fierce within her gaze in spite of the smile that had found her lips. Realizing that she had been staring, Anaïca quickly shook her head and smiled warmly. ”Sorry, uh… Could I get a pint of Newcastle Brown Ale? And an order of french fries with gravy, please.”
