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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Jaxon always enjoyed finding the new places at all of the foster and group homes that he had ever been in. He love finding the little crawl spaces that the owners usually forgot about over the years. There were times when he would find them just so he would be able to know where he could hide his siblings away from violence and harm. The bathroom had always been the spot when they were in their shitty little Seattle apartment, when they got picked up from CPS, he had to get creative. Jaxon wiggled the handle of the stairs to the roof and wiggled the door until it finally popped open. It was late in the night, but he was having a hard time falling asleep.
Aisling was still mad at him over the birthday incident, so she was firmly in her own bed, probably angrily sharing with his sister about how much of a failure Jaxon was. He did a good job hiding his flaws from Aisling until this point, but now she knew the truth. He wanted to believe that he was good for her, that he was someone who was going to always be there for her, but the truth was that Jaxon often made the worse decisions possible. Piper, Ezra, and Ell knew that. He got taken away from them and that was proof enough. He walked up the stairs, leaving the door open and stepped out to the sizable roof on Phalanx House. There were a couple old lawn chairs on the roof, a rickety table between the two sturdier lawn chairs and he was sure that Carver stashed some alcohol up there. Not that he was looking.
Drinking on a roof just seemed like a horrible idea, and he just tried to steal a fridge of Dr Pepper because he was thirsty.
Jaxon claimed one of the lawn chairs as his own and placed his hands behind his head, getting comfortable on the lounger. He had to figure out how to make it right with Aisling, and he had to really figure out how to make it up to Piper. He had so much to make up to his sister and he knew that on some level, they would never have the same relationship they had when they were teenagers. She used to look at him like he was a hero, like he was someone who she could depend on for anything. Now she looked at him like he was another child for her to clean up after. Worse, sometimes he could swear he would see the same look of disgust in her eyes that he would see when they were kids and she would look at their mother.
Jaxon placed his hands under his head and looked up at the stars above Phalanx House, hoping to find some truth in them.
Sleep didn't come easily for Mary. Five hours of uninterrupted sleep was usually the most she could hope for. Eight was a fools hope. To make the most of it, she'd often force herself to stay awake into the wee hours, curled up in bed with a glass of warm milk and a good book before dozing off midway through a chapter. This evening was no different, and as Mary's eyes grew heavy and the words on the page began to blur, she resigned herself to turn in for the evening. With a yawn, she closed her book and switched off her lamp. The second her head hit the pillow however, her mind began to race. During the day she could focus on whatever task she had at hand; between her rounds at Monroeville and chores in Phalanx House, she had plenty to keep herself occupied. But alone in the dark, her thoughts turned inward. Across the room, hidden by the darkness, was an empty bed.
It had been a week since Millie left. It had taken Mary by complete surprise when she confessed that things weren't working out for her in Phalanx and that she was returning home to Hawaii. Two days later after an emotional goodbye, Millie was gone and Mary was left alone in an empty dorm. For the first few nights she cried herself to sleep, overcome with a loneliness she hadn't felt since first arriving at Phalanx two years ago. Prayer and talking to Sister Catherine soothed her some, but it didn't cure the ache she continued to feel. She had loved Millie, and now for all intents and purposes, she was gone. Alone in the darkness now, the pain began to flood back into Mary's heart and warm tears began to form in her eyes. Unable to stand the loneliness for a minute more, she switched her lamp back on and crawled out of bed.
Putting on a robe and slippers, Mary left the confines of her dorm and began to quietly wander the halls. She didn't have a particular destination in mind, she just couldn't stand to spend another night lying awake in that empty room. Deciding fresh air might be good for her, she began to head towards the staircase. As she began to carefully descend the steps, something made her stop. She wasn't quite sure if it was something she saw or something she felt, but Mary felt compelled to turn around and squint towards the staircase at the opposite side of the hall. It seemed to be illuminated by a dim light from above. She knew those stairs had access to the roof, but the door was usually locked. Curious, she began to make her way back down the hall. Upon reaching the stairs, she saw that the door was indeed ajar. The feeling that had compelled her to investigate was much stronger now. The emotional presence that lingered in the stairwell was familiar, but she couldn't attach a face to it. Whoever was up there tonight was in pain. Not unlike Mary.
Part of her wanted to let whoever was up there be and just return to her room, but the lingering energy alleviated some of the heartache Mary was feeling. Unable to resist this relief (however temporary it might prove to be), she found herself ascending the steps to the rooftop. As she stepped out into the crisp evening air, a slight gust of wind made Mary pull her robe tighter. The lights of New Orleans twinkled against the backdrop of a crystal clear night, and the stars above were unusually bright. The peaceful scene was cut by the trail of emotional energy Mary had been drawn to. On a lawn chair at the far end of the rooftop, sat the source. She quietly approached, deciding how best to make herself known without scaring them. As she drew closer, she was suddenly able to put a face to the raw emotion she was drawn to.
Jaxon grew up fighting for sleep when he could. He grew up clinging to the times when he could safely sleep without worrying about what was going to happen to Ell, Ezra, or Piper if he dared to close his eyes. The times when he would wake up in the morning to Piper holding the secrets of their disgusting foster father's hands on her. The times when he would pass out because staying awake any longer was just impossible to do any longer, and he would wake up to Ezra trying to hide another bruise. Sleep became a battle with Jaxon, how long he could get away without sleeping so he could make sure that Piper and the boys could. How long could he stay away and watch over them just to make sure that no one else tried to harm them. When he was finally arrested and taken off to juvie, he still didn't sleep. He stayed up for days worried about what was happening to Piper, Ezra, and Ell, he stayed up hoping that they would be safe and well protected by Piper.
It was too much to put on Piper's shoulders and it was something that he was going to regret forever.
With how little he had been sleeping, it was easy to miss some of the changes around Phalanx House. He would be trying to catch a mid afternoon nap and he would hear all of the noises of packing rooms and tearful goodbyes. He adored all of the members, and he felt terrible that anyone would be leaving such a warm and loving home, but he also knew that most of the time it was for good reasons. The big group goodbyes, the well wishes, however, not so good for catching up on sleep. There had been so much changes to the house since Christmas. Some residents left, others joined, none more obvious departure than Millie Kahale. She was bright, bubbly, and always singing in the hallways. She was a bright spirit and he hoped that she would find the life that made her happy in Hawaii with her family. People with the more dangerous abilities, the people like himself who could set fires, or like Aisling who could enter dreams and harm people, he was sure that it would be a long time before he would get the green light to leave. At least it didn't feel like a prison in Phalanx.
When the door opened, he spotted another insomniac. Spending all of that time awake, it was easy to get to know others who also struggled. They had passed each other a few times heading to the kitchen for warm milk or snacks to bring back to their room. Cameron Gallagher was such a deep sleeper, Jaxon made a game out how figuring out how many cheez-its he could stack on him without him moving. His record was eighty three, and Cam didn't seem to question why he woke up in a bed of snack foods. He sat up on the lounger and grinned when she stepped closer to where he was sitting. "Hey there M&M."
She was a nice girl, and he enjoyed being around her. He was still relatively new at Phalanx, bringing his siblings into the house, getting settled in, he knew that they were a lot. Ell was constantly eyeing the roof, no matter how many times Jaxon demanded he stop. Piper with her threats for clawing out eyes, and Ezra with his electric attitude and random sparks. He had so much happening, he didn't worry about meeting others at Phalanx or getting to know them. "Can't sleep either?"
While Mary's job kept her away from most of the daily hijinks of the Phalanx "kids," she could always count on a good story to return home to. Many of these stories involved the Davies in one way or another. She knew they had come from a troubled background, and while she never got to know any of them too personally, she could feel the emotional baggage that each of them carried. Jaxon stood out to Mary as the most troubled; his recent criminal mischief seemed proof enough of that. But Mary could feel it about him even just in passing, and tonight, the full weight of his troubles had drawn her to the rooftop where he sat alone. Often times, Mary felt she neglected the needs of her Phalanx peers due to her focus on Monroeville patients. Perhaps now was an opportunity to change that.
"Hey there M&M..."
M&M...Mary smirked at the nickname. It seemed like everyone at Phalanx had their own for her, not that she minded; she found them endearing.
"...can't sleep either?"
She suddenly remembered how she ended up here in the first place, and thoughts of Millie began to flood back into her head. Mary fought back tears as the pangs of sadness and utter loneliness returned. She took a seat across from Jaxon on the edge of the roof, careful as not to lean too far back. She was in no mood to lecture him about the rule of no students on the roof. Technically she was in violation of that as well. She looked up again at the stars and took a deep breath. It really was a beautiful night.
"You could say that..." She said quietly, trying to mask her own feelings for the moment. "I saw the door was unlocked...why are you up here Jax?" Her voice was heavy with concern.
