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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Post by Eleanor Catherine Lovelle on Jan 11, 2019 4:42:28 GMT
It seemed like a rare event when both Nellie and Prue had days off that lined up. When those days eventually came around, it was standard for the Lovelle twins to take some time away from the business of Phalanx and allow themselves some time to themselves. Today had been no different, spent shopping in Baton Rouge before returning back to New Orleans in order to delve further into the city, through the back alleyways that they had come to know better than what they probably should have. A life of adventure was something that they both adored, though Prue was often more willing than Nellie was to break a few laws in order to satiate that thirst. Avoiding getting caught was something that often fell to the slightly younger of the girls, though thankfully they had mostly managed to stay out of any criminal trouble since arriving at Phalanx.
Some careful maneuvering through building security saw the pair of them on one of the taller buildings in New Orleans, allowing them a view of the Mississippi River and the land beyond. By time they had scaled the necessary stairs in order to get there, in addition to everything else that they had spent their day doing, Nellie and Prue arrived in time to see the dusty pinks commandeering the sky as the sun began its descent. These were the moments that Nellie loved the most; the peaceful moments that she was able to share with her sister doing something so extremely simple. There had been a time when they witnessed many sunsets together on their walks home from Prue’s softball games, but those times had greatly diminished since their arrival at Phalanx. The more time that they spent there, the more it seemed like there were things that separated them. How much of that was getting older and finding themselves remained to be seen, but Nellie knew that was a contributing factor.
Gravel crunched beneath her feet as she moved and Nellie found herself wondering why they put gravel on rooftops. A part of her mind understood that it was in order to protect the building, but another part of her felt like it was a waste and that there had to be other methods to ensure the longevity of the structure. Crossing over to the edge of the building, the blonde stepped onto the ledge and held her arms out on either side of her. For a moment, her lids fell shut and Nellie allowed the sense of calm to wash over her. It was an ironic sort of feeling, given that she was a single step or push from falling to her death, but this was the most calm that she had felt all day.
Finally she opened her eyes and turned towards Prue, offering her twin a vibrant smile. ”See, I told you I knew a place that had one of the best views in the city. And we’re not technically supposed to be up here. It’s a win-win, I think,” she teased.
Post by Prudence Victoria Lovelle on Jan 13, 2019 8:31:39 GMT
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As much as Prue absolutely loved her job and the money it allowed her to squirrel away, she didn’t like the fact that it took her away from bonding time with her twin. Even now that most of the Lovelle gang was back together in Phalanx, she and Nellie still remained thick as thieves, but maintaining the closeness they enjoyed took them getting away from everyone else for a little bit. Prue had grown up in a house with a lot of kids, but Phalanx had a lot of kids, not all of whom were easy to get along with. Anytime Nellie wanted to - and could - go on an adventure with her, Prue jumped at the chance. Shopping and a bit of back alley exploration were two of her favorite things, even if negative Nellie shot down some of her riskier ideas. She supposed that was what made them the perfect pair: Prue had most the bad ideas and Nellie had most of the good sense.
Sometimes, however, her twin surprised her, and those were the days Prue loved the most. With a brazen smile to the security cameras and personnel, the girls were inside of and steadily climbing one of the sky scrapers that jutted up from the normally squat New Orleans skyline. Prue barely felt the strain of the steps for the excitement that jolted through her, and those she was a little achy after the flights, she had to admit the view was absolutely worth it. Magic hour was falling, the sky painted in thick swaths of fading pinks and blues. Soon, her eyes would have to adjust to the rising darkness, but for now, she was content to take in the view.
From up so high and at such a peaceful time, New Orleans felt more like home than usual. If it wasn’t the promise of muggy humidity that hung on them even at this altitude, she might have thought the city was any other. Three years down south, and she was constantly surprised by one thing or another about it. She stuffed her hands into her leather jacket and followed Nellie’s careful path over the gravel-filled rooftop. Time was content to try to help them apart, whether it was just their schedules or growing up. Sometimes it worried her, but then they had days like the one that had just passed. They had weathered enough; she was confident they could weather being teenagers too.
She watched her sister stand on the ledge of the building, admiring her daring spirit. Her black canvas shoes kicked a path through the gravel and sent a spray of tiny black pebbles over the side of the building. Oh well; there was more than enough to spare on the roof. She followed Nellie to the edge, but she sat down and let her legs dangle off the side. It was a long drop, but the view was worth it. She grinned up at her sister as she talked, pushing the sunglasses on her face up to her hair.
“It is pretty stellar up here, Nel. You did good,” she agreed with an approving nod. She turned back to the city below; the people looked so small from way up top. “Is this what you do when you’re supposed to be working - finding dangerous rooftops to sneak up to?” she teased her in return.
Post by Eleanor Catherine Lovelle on Jan 23, 2019 22:06:52 GMT
You would have thought that three years at Phalanx would have allowed Nellie to figure out how to balance everything that her life had to throw at her. The truth of the matter was that she was just barely able to begin guessing what would hit her next or how she might best be suited to deal with said obstacles. The thing that she had consistently found herself struggling with was the ability to continue building and repairing relationships with the rest of her siblings. The distance that had spanned between their time apart while they were sent away one by one had been difficult and trying to find themselves amidst the distance felt impossible. Nellie knew that she and Prue were the lucky ones. They were the ones who had been able to have each other as they navigated this new world; they had someone they already loved to turn to in moments of darkness.
There was a part of Nellie’s mind that wondered if she and Prue were too codependent and the distance forming between them was a necessary thing. She hated it. There was no way to deny the fact that she wanted to turn her nose up at it and be a brat, but her parents had raised her better than that. They had taught her to accept things as they came with grace - which meant that there were a lot of private tantrums in the safety of her room. The places that she had as her safe spaces had diminished greatly since arriving in New Orleans, but Nellie was trying to make good decisions. She wanted her parents to be proud of her and that meant that she needed to get a handle on everything that life was still throwing at her - from distance with her siblings and trying to figure out her place at a job that she wasn’t entirely sure her end goal in.
Sometimes it took time away from the hustle and bustle of the city to center herself, to find that place that allowed her feel like she could get control of everything again. The orange-glow of the descending sun filled Nellie with a sense of peace that was almost overwhelming. New Orleans was beautiful, of that there was no denying. It wasn’t Maine, though. Though she was adjusting to the drastic difference in temperature, Nellie still found herself yearning for the cold of a Maine winter. Explorations that took her to frozen caves with icicles hanging so low from the ceilings that she had to be careful so that she didn’t impale herself. Those were the days that she longed for, but New Orleans was going to have to do for now.
The younger of the twins remained standing for a moment, her gaze downcast on the city below them. Everything seemed so small and unimportant from where the twins were positioned. Dipping down carefully, Nellie braced her hand on the ledge and extended one leg before letting her bottom drop down. ”Well, I’ve had some lessons,” she said, offering a teasing grin over to her sister. Tucking some hair behind her ear, Nellie leaned back. ”When I’m not on a coffee run.” While she didn’t oppose said coffee runs, she definitely knew that she wanted to do more than that in her life. ”Besides, the roof isn’t dangerous. Not unless you fall,” the teen added with a mischievous grin.
Post by Prudence Victoria Lovelle on Mar 9, 2019 21:02:23 GMT
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Prue swung her legs over the side of the building and briefly wondered if it was true that a small pebble dropped from such a high height could really hurt someone. She had half-read it on the internet once – or saw it in a cartoon. She had no idea. With a shrug, she scooped up a bit of the gravel and dropped it off the side once more, watching it whizz down to the street and people below. “Yeah, you can always use some more. Call me when you want to know how to do some real B and E,” she teased her, waiting to see if anyone looked up from the street. They did not. Imagine that; either the internet or cartoons were wrong. She’d have to alert the presses.
She dusted her hands off on her jeans and stuffed them into her jacket pockets. “You know that that sets a dangerous precedent, right? You’ve just given me a free pass to do dangerous stuff as long as I don’t get hurt doing it.” She brought one hand up to touch her temple through the pocket. They both knew she would do those same things, approval or not. Most of the time it was chalked up to middle child syndrome; she wasn’t sure they were entirely wrong. Her birth order, despite being a twin, was smack dab in the middle. With four other kids in the house, she had felt the need to do something to get a second look. Usually, that something was decidedly unproductive.
It wasn’t much different at Phalanx, she figured. There were a hell of a lot more kids, and some were definitely more annoying than others. She was too old and too young at the same time, and the middle always drove her crazy. If it wasn’t for Nellie, she would have gone crazy in the first week and probably done something to get kicked out. Though, in retrospect, some of the other shit she had seen was much worse than what she would have thought to do, which should have been comforting. But it just made her try harder sometimes, even when the stakes definitely weren’t worth it. It was like an instinctual need, and a really, really dumb one at that.
She recognized that. She also recognized that there were limits and lines that she couldn’t cross. Monroeville still stood somewhere on the outskirts of town, and so she walked the fine line between menace and maniacal. The last thing she wanted to do was be separated from Nellie and Jude, not after their younger brother had just joined them. She knew there would be a day when she and Nellie would have to part. It was a part of growing up, but she was in no rush to do that either. There was a certain safety in Phalanx – and with Nellie. As much as she desperately missed home and her parents, being with her twin made it quite a bit better. There was no one else she would let annoy the hell out of her or who would let her annoy the hell out of them as much as she did with Nellie.
“Coffee runs, huh? Do you at least get to take pictures while you do it?” she asked her sister with a wrinkle of her nose. She knew there were better ways Nellie wanted to spend her time than fetching coffee with for the “real” reporters and photogs. She didn’t really know what Nellie did at her internship, though, she realized with a bit of embarrassment. They were supposed to know everything about each other, but their schedules and time took them away from each other more than she liked.
Post by Eleanor Catherine Lovelle on Mar 28, 2019 23:39:50 GMT
Coming to New Orleans had never been something that Nellie didn’t want to do. Teddy and Lucy were here and that was where she wanted to be, too. Thankfully when the opportunity came for her to go too, it was one that she couldn’t help but be giddy about. The only disheartening thing was the fact that Jude would be left behind. It wasn’t fair that the Lovelles weren't just moving to New Orleans to be with their kids, but instead had them sent off one by one. Nellie was sure there was a reason for it, something that she didn’t know.
Maybe they were just trying to teach their kids about the independence that would be necessary as a further life skill. Either way, Nellie was counting down the days until her parents joined the rest of them in the South and she hoped that it wasn’t going to be that long.
”Mom and dad would kill you and you know it,” she said disapprovingly, watching as the gravel cascaded down to the ground, scattering wherever it fell - and thankfully seeming to miss all of the passerbys. No one looked up to try and figure out where it had come from, so that was something that Nellie was going to count as working in her favor. She didn’t want to be causing more problems than was necessary. Going to jail after having an otherwise perfect day just seemed like a recipe for disaster. She doubted that Prue would care so much, but Nellie wasn’t that person and doubted that she ever would be.
Leaning forward, her eyes roamed over the ant-like people as they made their way across the streets and into their cars. Some of them were going home and others were just starting their shifts. Turning a sharp glare to her twin, Nellie narrowed her eyes. ”Excuse you, no. Our parents don’t need another reason to be stressed out.” Prue had never been an easy child; the amount of times that Nellie had to play alone because Prue wasn’t there seemed to be so numerous that she couldn’t even recall them all. It was frustrating for sure and it was annoying that she couldn’t just get through to her sister that she didn’t have to misbehave to get attention.
The idea of losing Prue to Monroeville was one of Nellie’s greatest fears. It was bad enough that Lucy was there and Nellie constantly prayed for the day when her eldest sister would be released and able to just live. A small smile pulled at her lips as she looked over to her twin. ”Sometimes. Honestly, I don’t want to be the one grabbing coffee forever, but I guess it’s a foot in the door, right?” She sighed softly, wistfully, and looked back out over the cityscape. ”I dunno. Maybe I should go on my own, but the experience that NOLA can give me is what I’m after. What about you? How are things in the auto industry?”
Post by Prudence Victoria Lovelle on Apr 25, 2019 0:31:13 GMT
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“Yeah, but I’m sure I’d have to hear about it from everyone else first. First Mr. Ash, then Ms. Morgan, then Mom, then Dad. And you of course.” She counted people off on her fingers with a playful roll of her eyes. “But that’s all provided I get caught, of course.” It wasn’t like she could actually manage to keep a secret from Nellie; she’d know either way. Maybe it was that weird twin ESP. Or maybe it was just the fact that she had a big mouth and always felt compelled to tell her sister everything, no matter how inane or damning. That was part of Nellie’s curse of having been born a twin.
She guessed Nellie was right; she usually was. Prue had sucked up all the dumb ass juice in the womb and left only the pragmatic for Nellie apparently. She felt bad about it sometimes; Nellie often had to play the straight man to her antics. She tucked one knee under her chin, hugging her leg. “Tell me about it. At least they have an empty nest now,” she muttered as she picked up another handful of rocks from the rooftop. She tried to call her parents as much as she could remember to, but it got harder the longer she was away. It felt strange now. Most of her family was down in Louisiana, but her parents were still up in Maine. She should have been happy to be away from her parents; she was at the age when parents weren’t cool, after all. But she missed them, almost as much as she missed Lucy. At least she and Lucy shared the same zip code, though; that was a small comfort.
She rested her cheek on her knee, grinning back at Nellie. “You should just do like they do in the movies and march in and, like, demand they let you be a full-fledged photographer. I’m sure the yuppies who own the paper would just love that.” She had never met anyone from the high offices of the newspaper, but she figured she knew their type. Wrinkling her nose when the conversation turned to her own job, she sighed. “No idea. Kinda boring. I’m mostly at the front counter and no one lets me around the cars. Apparently it’s like protocol or something.” It was stupid was what it was. They didn’t trust her with a wrench in hand, fine. Whatever. She was completely trustworthy with tools. “But hey, it’s money, I guess.” It wasn’t very good money, but it was enough to grease her palm a little bit. It also broke up the day-to-day of school, power practice, and being a shit.
