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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Catalina had talked to a couple of women on evOlvd, but there was no one who caught her attention quite like Charlotte Devereux. She sat in her seat, one leg crossed over the other as she waited for Dr. Feel Good to show up and make good of all of the promised they typed to each other. Catalina rarely met people outside of rehabs and psych units where she was so fully understood and had that connection with. She was curious about her and wanted to know more about this off the records cutting people business.
What a delightful conversation and what a perfect specimen of woman to have it with. She just could barely contain how excited she was. She had reasons for being in New Orleans, and Euphemia Louise Morgan wasn't going anywhere just yet. She knew where she was at most times of the day. It wasn't hard, when she wasn't with that blond brutish looking beast, she was basically a homebody. Euphemia could have at least made it a challenge for her. Her job was literally tracking people down.
She even a little research on Charlie. There wasn't much, which made her all that more appealing. Who didn't have a deep history? It was like her parents were wiped from existence, because yes, she looked for them too. She had to know all about the glorious people who gave Charlie life and made her the way she is. Catalina took a sip of her gin and tonic and watched the door. Some guy approached, grinning and making a comment about seeing her on evolvd and that he swiped on her. She set her drink down and grinned at him,
"Can I ask you something then?" She ran her gloved fingers over his chest, earning a grin from him as a table of guys erupted in cheers and applause for who was clearly their friend. He agreed to answer her question, his tone implying some disgusting implication for Catalina. "How attached are you to your balls? Cause I have a knife in this cute little purse here that I have no problem using to make you into the world's greatest soprano." She kept her tone light and flirty as she gripped his belt with one hand and reached for her purse with the other. He rushed off, calling her a crazy bitch.
Wouldn't be the first time she was called that. Certainly was not going to be the last time she performed a castration. She returned to her drink, waiting to see if Charlotte was going to show.
They didn't know it when they turned me loose. I shot the sheriff and slipped the noose.
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Post by Charlotte Rae Devereaux on Jan 21, 2019 1:17:07 GMT
TAG: @catalina <3 hope this works
evOlvd had never been Charlie’s thing. The app was severely lacking in people who piqued her interest. It felt more like a game than anything else, until it had dumped Carver’s profile in her feed. That reconnection had been interesting itself, but not exactly the “hook up” the app promised. On the contrary, she barely found anyone worth a beginning message, not even a “hey.” Or at least, that was the case until she had stumbled on the profile of one Catalina Valdez. The woman was quite a bit younger than her, but she had an air about her that Charlie had to prod.
She had not expected to hear back from her so soon - or at all. Nor had she expected to find the woman even more intriguing through text. She had no idea what would await her at the appointed place and time, but she damn well wanted to find out. At the very least, she could pass a few hours with a gorgeous face. Whatever the night brought, it would be a break from her cycle of work-sleep-work-sleep. She needed a bit of excitement in her life, and as she passed through the checkpoints for the Gorgon’s Head, she was fairly sure Catalina was more than apt to provide said excitement.
She stood near the entrance, looking through the crowd for Catalina. She couldn’t be hard to spot: gorgeous, dark hair, an edge a mile wide. Someone who probably looked a little more unhinged than the rest of the crowd. Couldn’t be too hard to find, even in a place like the Gorgon’s Head or New Orleans, for that matter. Ah, yes. She spotted the other woman, but before she could approach the woman, a man did. A familiar sneer tugged at her lips. Catalina wasn’t there for him. He had no business being anywhere near the woman.
Before she could make up her mind on how to feel about the interaction between the two, the man was scampering away after insinuating Catalina was a crazy bitch. Yes, that was certainly the woman she had been texting. The sneer fell into a smirk, and she closed the distance between her position at the door and the bar. She slid into the seat beside Catalina. The night was already off to a pretty good start.
“Hopefully your boyfriend doesn’t mind me stealing his seat,” she quipped as she took in the full vision of Catalina. Her online profile did her little justice. “He seemed pretty shitty anyway. You could do much better.” She flagged down the bartender and ordered her regular whiskey sour before settling back into the bar stool, jean-ed legs crossing.
I thought you knew I was a late-night, cat-fight, Cocaine kid with a bad bite
Catalina didn't want to have to deal with stupid men who couldn't read a profile. She wanted to put something about men need not apply, men hating, or men stabbing, but she didn't want to get kicked off eVOlvd like she got kicked off of other dating sites. The ChristianMingle rejection hurt the worse. There were just so many people who didn't understand how to have a good time. Too many people who didn't think kidnap and torture would make for a good first date, and she was just wanted to find someone better.
And better was found in Dr Charlotte Devereux.
The man walked off, calling her a crazy bitch and she spotted lifeless dark eyes, wild hair, and a fuzzy jacket that she wanted to curl up in. She made a comment about having a boyfriend and Catalina followed the weak man back to his seat where his friends seemed to be ribbing him for not getting her phone number. She was not usually one to play into pathetic men who wanted her attention, but she wanted to enjoy her company with Charlie without their gaze.
She made hard eye contact with the man who approached her and made a point of reaching into her purse. They picked another table, and Catalina was able to focus on Charlie, "Some men don't know how to leave a lady alone." She said, her dulcet voice a contradiction to the violent thoughts that were racing through her head. She wanted to set him on fire and give Charlie the first date that she deserved.
Might as well see if Charlie was all talk or not.
"I think that I can do a lot better too." She took a sip of her drink and looked over Charlie, curious about how soft her skin was and how soon she would be able to run her fingers over all of it. "You meet a lot of people from eVOlvd here?" She asked, turning to look over Charlie fully. Also to make sure that she wasn't lying about it. She couldn't tolerate liars and she wanted to make sure that she wasn't going to try to leave her for someone else that she met on the app while they were together.
Catalina had a little bit of a control issue and she was working on it, but she was a work in progress.
They didn't know it when they turned me loose. I shot the sheriff and slipped the noose.
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Post by Charlotte Rae Devereaux on Feb 24, 2019 9:02:47 GMT
TAG: @catalina <3 hope this works
Charlie tossed a stray curl out of her face as she eyed the table of men behind them. Between her gaze and Catalina’s threats, they seemed to ultimately get the message. If they were trouble later on, she could always turn to tinkering in their heads. A few of them wore wedding rings, and she could bet at least one had a kid. Tons of shit they would hate to go missing out of their heads, she was sure. The thought always made her feel a bit untouchable, for better or worse. She saluted them when they moved tables; they did not bother returning it.
She settled into the barstool next to Catalina, unzipping her jacket a bit. It was a cute piece, but its usefulness in New Orleans was limited. She leaned back in her stool slightly as Catalina seemed to relax beside her. “They really don’t. We almost have to be a harpy just to get some peace,” she lamented with a too-sharp smile. Her gaze dropped to the designer bag Catalina toted, her usually unreadable dark eyes holding the barest hint of a spark. “You really got a knife in there, by the way?” That was pretty badass, she had to admit.
The bartender dropped off her drink, but she didn’t pay him any mind at all. No, Catalina already had her full attention. “I love a woman who knows her worth and entertains no less.” Her brow lifted, and she took a long sip from her drink. What sort of question was that? Feeling suspiciously as though it were some sort of test, she shrugged a little bit. “Honestly no. I’ve very discerning tastes, so you can count yourself among the lucky few.” As gorgeous as Catalina was, she couldn’t imagine the girl was hurting for online or in-person attention. “And what about yourself? You’re much too gorgeous to not have this be a regular occurrence, I’m sure.”
Her brow raised in subtle question as she queried. She was interested in the answer, but judging Catalina’s handling of the last situation, she figured Catalina was, at the very least, a pro at warding off unwanted male attention. She already admired the women’s skills; she found herself wanting to know if she was beating other women off with a stick as well.
I thought you knew I was a late-night, cat-fight, Cocaine kid with a bad bite
Catalina knew her sexuality after she was in rehab and an asshole tried to get her to fool around with him on top of one of the dryers in the laundry room. He made some comment about how he could turn it in on to make it good for her too, and she smashed the side of his head with a full bottle of Tide detergent. Catalina raced back to her room that night and knew that even if it had been someone less disgusting, she wouldn't have wanted to. She then realized that if it had been her hot therapist, she would have reconsidered. Catalina took a sip of her drink, watching as Charlie got comfortable with the fuzzy black jacket and her glaring daggers at the table full of married men trying to pick up the wait staff.
"Being a harpy is foreplay to half of those Neanderthals, I swear some of them just dream of being verbally abused by hot shrinks. You might have found your niche." She teased and looked over Charlie's date night outfit. Her wild curls, her pale skin, Catalina was into it. "Are you asking if I show my weaponry on the first date? What kind of a girl do you take me for?" She asked, tilting her purse while it was open to show the contents, a switch blade nestled in with her Little Mermaid compact and a half of a Luna bar. She was, after all, a modern woman.
Catalina leaned on her hands and leaned towards Charlie, "You know what they say, live by the rules of the cat. I am to be worshipped above all else, only touch me when I want you to, and if you touch me when I don't want you to," she turned and faced towards the next brave soul who was trying to talk to Charlie, "I'll claw your fucking eyes out." She stood up and was faced off with the man who might have just lost all will to leave.
"Charlie, can we leave? I don't want to share you with these barbarians and I can't get arrested for assault again on a first date."
They didn't know it when they turned me loose. I shot the sheriff and slipped the noose.
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Post by Charlotte Rae Devereaux on Mar 1, 2019 3:07:39 GMT
TAG: @catalina <3 hope this works
“They could never afford my rate, I’m afraid. They’ll have to settle for my discounted stares. Which they can pay for eventually,” Charlie informed Catalina with a weary, feigned sigh. She didn’t much believe in fate, but she always had her ways to ensure that people regretted being rude to her. It was a nasty habit, but that had never stopped her before. Catalina, she would warrant, had much the same inclinations, evidenced by the contents of the purse she tipped toward Charlie. The psychiatrist gave a low, appreciative whistle. “What a beauty that is,” she complimented, tossing a curl out from her eyes.
A cat, huh? She appreciated the metaphor, even as it lent itself to more mature angles. Had she less composure, she might have pointed that out, but her desire wasn’t to run Catalina off, even if the men at the bar that night seemed determined to drive a wedge between them. “I quite like my eyes, so I’ll keep that in mind,” she informed her before facing their newest friend. It was just getting pitiful at that point; she couldn’t leave without getting back at them. Just a smidge.
“Just give me one second. I can’t leave before I do just a little something.” The smile on her face was dangerously close to genuine, and though it faded as she turned back toward the men gathered, the spark in her eye did not. All it would take was - ah, there it was. Eye contact. The dumb fuck had managed to reach her gaze, and that was all she needed. Her eyes grew unfocused as his brow furrowed. Last weekend, he had gone on a picnic with his wife. How drole. She snipped the memory clean, as though it were a strip of film. In its place, she stitched in a scene from an old movie. It wouldn’t hold permanently and cause more confusion than alterations before it faded, but that was all she really wanted. The quick jon would be enough for him to misremember the previous weekend. Instead of a picnic, he had found his wife in the arms of his much burlier friend.
Her gaze sharpened as the man turned back to his own friends, inexplicably angry at the tallest among their group. As he walked away, Charlie offered Catalina the crook of her arm. “As darling as watching a bar brawl would be, we best make ourselves scarce. Shall we?” Before she could end her question, the men were already shouting. They were nothing compared to the quick jobs she had done before, but it was always a bit of fun to flex her power in such a setting.
I thought you knew I was a late-night, cat-fight, Cocaine kid with a bad bite
