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
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02.27.19
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Sundays were Viviene's favorite days of the week. She had the day off work, and she also went to church to clear her mind. She felt safer at church. She felt like the demons she dealt with on a daily basis went away for just a few hours. She got her prayers in, which helped strengthen her ease of mind. When her mind was at ease, her abilities worked better. She had to stay grounded and fear free if her abilities were going to be any help to anyone. Church helped strengthen her mind, and it also helped her meditate. Working at Monroeville was stressful. There were kids who didn't belong there, kids who were there just because their abilities were useful to her boss. They were just kids. Scared kids. Viviene hated seeing them locked up. She couldn't go to anyone for help; no one knew about the abilities some of the humans had. They would be mass murdered if the public found out about their abilities. So, she took it upon herself to keep the kids safe as best as she could.
After mass, Viviene slipped out of the church before others wanted to partake in pleasantries with her. She didn't mind going to church, but she didn't want to create friendships with anyone. Most of the people at her church seemed extremely fake. She felt as if they were going to get to know her secrets and share them to the world. They seemed as if they would judge her but claim that they weren't. The petite girl's black heels clicked down the concrete stairs as she hurried towards her beat up jeep. She kicked her heels off, bare feet hitting the rugged pedals. She drove down the road, hitting the dirt path to her house before shutting the engine off. She made her way up the wooden, creaky stairs. She tossed her shoes on the floor near the rest of her shoes.
"I'm back, Finn!"
She called, not even sure if her brother was at home. He had been acting very strange lately. He was staying out late, not coming home for days on end. He would be strung out in the bathroom, leaving the tiny girl to take care of him. She worried about her brother, but she knew that he didn't care what she had to say about his life. The two of them had gone through the same trauma, but they had dealt with it very differently.
The short-haired brunette changed into her usual: dark-washed skinny jeans, a basic scoop necked top, and her slip on flats. She ran her fingers through her short, tousled hair. She glanced at herself in the mirror, rolling her green eyes at herself. There was nothing for her to be vain over. She looked like a mousy, scrawny girl. She averted her eyes, grabbing her purse before going back out to her jeep. She sped off, a dust cloud trailing behind her. She made her way towards another sanctuary of her's: Barnes and Noble. She parked, making her way into the two-storied building. She made her way towards the "What's New?" section, running her hands over a few of the hard covers. She noticed one that had a picture of a fighter plane, reaching to pick it up. It slipped out of her hand as soon as she picked it up, making a loud thunk against the tiled floor. Her pale cheeks went bright red as she quickly bent down to pick it up. She had no idea that another person was doing the same for her until their hands touched. She shot up quickly, book still on the floor.
"I'm so sorry."
She rambled, brushing a piece of her dark hair behind her ear.
Leo's day started out like all the others he has had since he had come to New Orleans. He opened his eyes to another dark, dingy, and maybe not so clean motel room just outside of the city. This part of him being on the run was getting old fast. He was tired of never being able to have a place to call his own. He wanted his own bed that wouldn't glow under black light from unknown bodily fluids that didn't belong to him. He wanted to stop living out of a suitcase and to have a place to put pictures up of the people he had cared about in his previous life. He felt like having his own space and own routine that wasn't so depressing would make this place more bearable. He wanted to start living again and wanted to be around people again. He knew that right now it wasn't possible but he longed for a connection to someone, anyone.
He grudgingly started his morning with the shit coffee they served in the motel rooms and hated himself for even attempting to drink that crap that wasn't even close to drinkable. He quickly dumped the slightly brown tinted water down the sink drain before sitting down to practice getting ahold of his ability. The faster he did this the faster he could go back to living a normal life and maybe even see his parents and friends again someday. He wasn't sure they would want to see him but he held out some hope that it would be possible for them to forgive him eventually for what he had done. He wanted so badly to talk to his parents again, even for a second, he wanted to go back to school and be himself again and the only way to do that was to get his telekineses under control.
He got the pen from the nightstand in the room, sitting down with his legs crossed in front of him, he placed the pen directly in front of him. This was another regular morning routine since he had been in New Orleans and while he was getting better, he still couldn't stop his emotions from making his telekineses happen at random times. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, trying to relax, and clear his mind completely. It was easier said than done some days but today was not one of those days. He placed his hand over the pen and thought over and over again of it floating a few inches off the ground. If he visualized the pen in his mind moving up it usually would happen and not go flying into the wall like it did the first time he attempted this. When he opened his eyes the pen was suspended in the air just a few inches away from his palm that was raised about six inches from the ground, the farthest he'd even gotten anything off the ground so far. His heart started beating faster with excitement and that's when everything turned wrong. Suddenly the pen flew across the room and hit the mirror that was on the wall beside the ancient television. The mirror cracked a bit from the force of the pen and scared Leo from the sound it made. He jumped a little, startled, and the covers on the bed soared to the ceiling and dropped down like something off of Paranormal Activity.
He sighed, getting up to take a look at the mirror that was going to cost him his security deposit at the motel. This happened way too often to him. He hung his head as he picked up the stupid pen that just cost him $250 dollars in damage. He grumbled under his breath and sat the pen back on the nightstand and decided that he needed to go clear his mind before attempted again later that day. He wasn't sure what to do that day since he mostly did things alone anymore and sometimes doing things alone wasn't so much fun.
He set out of the motel and decided to drive his beater car around until he decided what to do. Obviously going to the movies was out, he had seen almost everything that was out. He didn't own an Xbox anymore so a video game store was out of the question. He drove around the streets that he was getting used to navigating now since wondering around finding something to do was a normal thing anymore. He eventually settled on going back to the bookstore for the 5th time that week. Everyone there was nice and the Starbucks workers in the bookstore knew his order by heart now. He parked his beater car and kicked the tire that was obviously going bald and set off for the good coffee.
As soon as he got his coffee that didn't taste like the piss water he had back in his motel room he headed for the "New Book" section of the store. He knew he had pretty much looked at all the books in this section over the past week but he went over each one again and hoped this time he could find a book that actually said something about telekineses that wasn't a fiction novel. He knew it was pretty much pointless but still looked anyways, he always held out the hope that one day someone would publish something like that but he wasn't even sure if people like himself wanted to be found. After he browsed leisurely and drank a good portion of the liquid gold in his cup he found a meditation book. He figured it wouldn't hurt to read something on how to better control your emotions and how to tap into yourself so he decided to get it. He headed to the tables that sat in the corner of the store when someone dropped a book on the ground. He bent down to pick up the book when the woman's hand brushed against his, she obviously didn't know he was reaching for it too, and he a small smile crossed his face when he saw how red she had gotten in the face from embarrassment. It was refreshing to know he wasn't the only one who got easily embarrassed.
"Don't be sorry." He said standing up completely to hand her the book back. As he stood up completely and got a good look at her, it was like fate had punched him in the stomach, and taken all the air from his lungs. He hadn't felt like this since he had met Daphne and until now he was sure he would never have that feeling again. He felt his own face starting to flush red and reached up to shake his fingers through his longer than usual hair. He wasn't so good at social interactions since he hadn't talked to many people besides maids or the front desk staff.
"Hi. I'm Leo." He smiled and held the book out for her. "I think you dropped this." He said and immediately regretted it. Of course, she had dropped it and hoped that small remark didn't make her instantly think he was dumb.
"Sorry, of course, you dropped it I just mean.." He trailed off trying to save himself from more embarrassment. "I've never seen you here before. This is one of my favorite places in town and I know most of the usuals or at least most of the staff." He sighed thinking that maybe that saved the conversations but since he was so rusty at communication, especially one with someone so pretty, he wasn't sure if it did or not. He clutched a bit tighter on his book as he tried to get the courage to ask his next question. It wasn't this hard at all when he had met Daphne but he was drunk then and had his friends basically push him over to go talk to her. Now, he didn't have anyone to force him into a good conversation.
"I'm almost out of coffee. Would you like to get some with me?" He paused, trying to smile a little without choking on his own nerves. "If you're not busy of course."
Viviene watched as the man stood up. She kept watching as he moved to tower over her, eyebrow raising. Why were the men so tall in this town? First, she had met the Gorgon’s Head owner, who was roughly the same size as this man. Now she was meeting this man. Viv knew she was small and petite, but she hadn’t realized just how small she truly was until moving to Louisiana. Finn, her brother, was average height for a male in the United States of America: 5’10. He seemed tall to Viviene’s small height, but compared to the men she had been meeting lately, he was dwarfed.
Her cheeks flushed even more when he mentioned her dropping the book. She let out a small laugh, a nervous laugh, and averted her eyes from his. And suddenly, she was very aware of her hands and arms, too. What was she supposed to do with them? She moved to place them behind her back, but then remembered that she was being offered the book. So, she moved to put her right hand on the book, gently taking it from the man who called himself Leo.
“Ah…”
She started.
“Yeah, I guess it kind of jumped out of my hand.”
She finished, giving an awkward smile, having to look up at him. Her big, hazel eyes shone with embarrassment and a need to escape from the situation. Most people in Louisiana disliked Viviene. Most people she knew, though, were at her job. They all seemed to dislike or be displeased with her presence there. She actually wanted good to come from Monroeville. She wished to rehabilitate and help the members grow. That was not what they were getting at Monroeville.
“Hi, Leo. I appreciate you picking this up for me.”
She told him, gently moving the book in her hand in a fan-like motion. Her eyes glanced over at the book then towards Leo again.
“My name is Viviene.”
She added, giving him a small, sweet smile to show friendliness. Viv was a kind and gentle soul, but that didn’t seem to be what was the norm around these parts. Most people seemed to be dark and sinister with sinister goals in life.
“I…uh…I only come here on Sunday afternoons. It is usually the only day I have off during the week.”
She spoke, rambling a little at the end. She internally groaned, feeling as if she had just made herself seem like a workaholic who had no time for anything else in life. That part was true; she had no time for a life or for anything, especially with gardening and raising the animals and worrying about her brother. But she didn’t want him to find that out now. She would rather that become a learned thing with time.
Her eyebrow raised again when he asked her if she wanted to get coffee. She wasn’t used to this type of attention from men. She had never gotten this type of attention from men. She had been thought of in many other ways. The leader of her childhood cult had done unthinkable things to the children there, but she was sure if he saw her now, he would find her repulsive. She found him repulsive, so she wasn’t worried about that aspect. Men her age seemed to find her strange and odd, too. She was small and pale and quiet. She was seen as child-like to them or too smart for their masculine selves. For the longest time, that had been fine with Viviene. She had other goals in life to focus on. She had no desire for a romantic partner. But when she met Declan, something in her awoken. She knew nothing would come from a relationship from Declan, but there had been a little spark there.
Now, as she stood in front of Leo, she felt the same spark. This time, though, it was deeper and more electrifying. A genuine smile appeared on her pale, clear face. Her dark lashes covered her eyes as she looked down at the book in her hand. Within a second, she placed the book back in its correct spot, giving Leo a small nod.
“I would love to get some coffee with you, Leo.”
She answered, heart pounding from the adrenaline that coursed through her body. She had never been on a date before, and whether it was meant to be a date or a stranger being kind, she felt like this moment was going to be life changing.
Leos' nerves bubbled up inside of him waiting to explode. He knew that him having too much anxiety could cause his telekineses to kick into high gear and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt someone, especially someone who he was trying to have a nice conversation with. He quickly moved his eyes from her to the ground, hoping that if he did by chance move something it wouldn't be in her path. He tried to not think about everything that could go wrong and stay completely in the moment with her. It was the first time he'd met someone here they didn't intimidate him or make him feel like he was less for not having a job and basically homeless. He used to have such big dreams but those changed drastically basically overnight and he was starting all over again. He was hoping that just made someone like her could help him along the way.
In moments where Leo was in a situation where he didn't know what to say he had a tendency to rock back and forth on his feet. He didn't always mean to do it but made it a point to not do it now. He already felt like he was being awkward enough and didn't want to come off as someone who couldn't have a basic conversation with someone. He knew from the moment he saw her that he liked her and wanted to get to know her but didn't want to do anything to scare her off. He smiled slightly at her nervous laugh and realized she was just as anxious as he was and in a lot of ways it calmed him down.
"Don't worry I actually have a good way of dropping things." He thought back to that morning when he dropped the pen in his motel room and all hell broke loose. He couldn't help but smile at that. It seemed like a far away memory with her standing in front of him. He didn't feel like that person was him anymore like he was being himself for the first time in a long time and wasn't as scared as he usually was. It felt nice for a brief second before he realized that feeling could lead to someone getting really hurt. He knew he had to start to be more alert to the fact he was still a danger to everyone and stay focused on not letting his feelings get out of hand.
"Well, Vivien it's really nice to meet you." He smiled and looked back up from the ground after getting enough courage to. He felt like he had his feelings in a good place but when he saw how beautiful her eyes were when they shined he lost feeling in the pit of his stomach like he had butterflies there. He quickly looked back down to the ground and rock to the back of the heels of his leather dress shoes that used to look much nicer than they did these days. It had been a long time since he had felt something like that and he wasn't sure if it was a feeling that would flare up the telekineses or not.
"Oh wow. Only one day off?" He looked at her in surprise. It had been a long time since he had worked like that but it was something that he missed. He had always liked being busy and now that he laid about a motel room most of the time he missed it even more.
"What do you do that keeps you so busy?" He asked outright. He debated afterward if he shouldn't have been so blunt about the question but decided it was well worth it. He figured if she sacrificed their free time like that it had to be something that she loved and he wanted to know everything she liked.
His own eyes shined bright when she agreed to go to get coffee with him. He hadn't been expected her to say yes at all. He thought someone so nice couldn't possibly be single and started to wonder if this was a date or someone just not able to say no because she didn't want to hurt his feelings. He smiled anyway. Whatever the reason was he just wanted to spend time getting to know her and thought that it didn't matter if she was doing this out of pity. Either way, he got a chance to get to know her and that was good enough for him.
"Oh," He remarked in surprise. "That's great! I'm glad you're free maybe you can tell me some good places to visit around here. I'm really new in town and haven't found many places I like. Except for the library in the middle of town the librarian, there is really nice and she lets me stay after closing if I'm finishing up a book still and doesn't say anything about the fact I haven't gotten a library card yet." He paused realizing he was definitely rambling on.
"Do you like books?" He decided to ask as the conversation continued as they walked to the Starbucks coffee counter. As they waited in line for their chance to order coffee. Leo realized just how short Viv was and smiled a little to himself. He always thought it was adorable how short some girls were and how they usually had to ask for help to reach things off a shelf. He thought that probably happened to her a lot more than she'd like to admit so he figured it was better to not ask that just yet.
When the line moved and they got to the front of it Leo decided that he was going to treat this like a date and not just some random meeting in a bookstore even if that's exactly what this was. When the person behind the counter asked what they wanted to order he smiled and looked down to her.
"I want my usual and she'll have whatever she wants." He smiled, hoping that came off like he was a gentleman and not someone who was overly bossy or controlling. In the past, Leo had dated people who were controlling and he hoped he'd never ever been that way. The last thing anyone deserved was to be controlled or put down. He waited for her to order and quickly paid before she had a chance to even reach for her wallet. If this was going to be a proper dated Leo wanted to make sure he treated it like one and to tell her without saying it, that's what he wanted this to be.
Viviene knew she had special abilities, but most others didn’t know she had them. Her coworkers knew because she had to tell them when she got the job. It was kind of funny. Viviene had a rare and special ability: the ability to block other people’s abilities. She couldn’t do anything fancy, like start fires with her mind. She could extinguish the fire that other people could light. For some reason, that scared the others in the community. The fact that she could make them regular mortals seemed to terrify them. But Viviene wanted a flashy ability. She wanted to scare the humans without abilities. She wanted to be able to demonstrate her ability.
She never would, though. If someone with an ability asked her to demonstrate, she would have to have them use their ability on her. Sometimes that ended up hurting her, especially if she wasn’t fully grounded and able to use her ability. When Viv used her ability, she had to keep her emotions in check. She had to keep her center grounded, not letting herself stray far from the natural healing energies of the Earth. She also found that eating a clean, healthy diet helped keep her mind sharp and clear of impurities.
“I…”
She started, looking down at her basic black flats. People saw Monroeville, her place of work, as an evil work. There were suspicious things happening there, things Viviene couldn’t exactly explain. She tried hard to help the patients; she had taken an oath to heal and protect people. But she just couldn’t put her finger on what was going on there. She knew it was pure evil, and she knew that patients had mind altering experiences, but no one talked to her about it. Her coworkers were secretive, too. She looked back up at the much taller man in front of her.
“I am a psychiatric intern at Monroeville.”
She told him. To basic human beings, Monroeville was just a psychiatric hospital. There was nothing mystical about it to normal humans. They just assumed the people who went in there needed to be kept in there for a reason of pure brain chemistry. To be fair, some of the patients did have issues of basic humans. Wes, for example, was Schizophrenic. He had a human brain chemistry error that made his ability even more dangerous to the outside world.
“I work many, many hours trying to get through the program. Once I become a full doctor, my hours will become less, but I have a while until that happens.”
She explained to him, biting her bottom lip, averting her eyes. He probably understood how a residency program worked. He seemed like an intelligent man. Why did she have to put her foot in her mouth and over explain everything? She walked in stride with the tall man, used to walking quickly at her place of work. It was quick paced on some days, and she had gotten her heart rate up there quite a lot in terms of how fast she had to walk.
“Oh, I love reading. I don’t usually have enough spare time to read, but when I do, I usually end up reading a lot of nonfiction books, such as self-help books or cook books.”
She answered him.
“I’ll have a small latte.”
She told the barista, smiling at Leo as he paid.
“Thank you for the coffee.”
She told him, taking her latte from the barista, making her way over to a table near the corner of the café. She sat with her back facing the wall. She hated having her back exposed to the elements. It made her feel vulnerable.
“How about you, Leo? I’m assuming you enjoy books. After all, we are in a book store and you said you like the library.”
She spoke, opening the little tab on her coffee cup, letting the steam rise from the scalding liquid.
