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 Andromeda Hawthorne on Feb 2, 2019 23:43:34 GMT
It had been one hell of a day. Andy found herself wondering, and not for the first time, how a day could end up so literally awful when she hadn’t done anything differently than the day before. Her alarm had gone off late, which meant that she couldn’t quite get ready the way that she wanted to, which meant that her clothes were a bit on the wrinkled side, and while her makeup was done, it certainly wasn’t anything fancy. In addition to that, her backpack had ripped open on her way to her classes, which meant that she had meandered into her first class severely late, with all of her books and her ripped backpack clutched in her eyes. Was she seriously considering the merits of leaving school and returning to Chicago to apprentice with her father? Yes, yes she was. But even she knew that her father wasn’t about to leave his company to someone who didn’t complete formal education, and if she wanted to beat out her brother for the right to the company as a whole, well, she had to keep her head down and focused on the task at hand. Of course, the fact that her twin brother had been in her first class of the day certainly hadn’t helped anything.
So now, Andy was on the lookout for a little fun. It was officially the weekend, and she didn’t work in the morning, which meant that she could really do whatever she wanted to. This was, however, one of the few nights that she didn’t have something pre-planned with Naomi and Lyric, which was a weird experience since the three of them typically spent a lot of weekends together. Not that they were the kind of friends that needed to spend every single weekend together, but it was nice having someone to spend time with regardless.
Andy pulled out her phone, glancing down at the screen and wondering if she would get a text from one of the two girls, but so far she had nothing. So instead, she started to formulate her own plans. Typically she wouldn’t go out into New Orleans on her own, or even without asking someone if they would go with her, but tonight? Tonight Andy was feeling adventurous, which led her back to her room, changing into a cute dress that was suitable for the night but didn’t show too much skin, before shooting Naomi a quick text and letting her know that she was heading out. The last thing that she wanted was to worry her roommate, and if she stayed out later than her best friend, she knew that Naomi would start to worry about her and wonder if she was safe. It was sweet, really, sweeter than anybody had ever really been with her before.
With a final look over in the mirror, picking a few phantom pieces of fuzz off of her dress, Andy set off into the Quarter, keeping an eye out for anything that looked interesting.
She didn’t have to go that far before finding a small, hole-in-the-wall kind of place. It was a bar, but she could hear the music faintly from where she was, and that was what caught her attention. She walked in, took a seat, and enjoyed the music washing over her for a moment. Admittedly, she had heard better, but she was a woman practically raised in concert halls. At least she had the decency to keep her judgment silent. Then she noticed something. Or rather, someone. He looked familiar, a face that she recognized but couldn’t put a name to. Slipping from her seat, she made her way over to him, standing against the bar and sliding her ID towards the bartender when he asked for it. It was one of the best fakes money could buy, but even if it wasn’t, she doubted the man behind the bar had enough experience with Illinois IDs to know hers wasn’t legitimate. Her drink appeared in front of her, and she laid down some cash before finally looking at the man next to her. “Didn’t think I’d actually run into someone from the Academy here.” It was just a guess, but as the words left her lips, she felt like there was a truth to them. She took a sip of her drink, relishing the smooth burn of the top-shelf vodka as it washed over her tongue.
Lennox MacAlistair| Hope this is okay! Let me know if you need any changes ♥
Tonight he was trying to just keep as far away from the school as possible. While normally, Lennox was all for playing the doting son when his parents came to visit, he knew that grades had recently been posted and he knew that his parents saw them. While his brother was being the prodigal son, and his sisters were beyond reproach, he was the one who was in line to inherit the company. He was the one who had all of the pressure and none of the desire to deal with this formality of an education. He just wanted to not accidentally run around the world, and go right back to Scotland where he belonged. He didn't want to deal with coffee shops filled with whiny ex-girlfriends. He didn't want to deal with pathetic teachers who were all just trying to get by and collect their paychecks as quickly as possible. He wanted to be somewhere where he could be doing the work that he was going to take over and just be done with it. As he walked to the French Quarter, he could feel the buzz in his legs. When he was stressed out he would normally go for a run.
Dealing with his brother's perfection. Dealing with his future. Dealing with his grades. Those were all quality reasons for a run.
Fuck, he was sure that he would be able to run back to Scotland before his parents even realized he was gone.
The problem with that otherwise flawless plan? He recently was running back into a problem he came into Primrose Academy with. When he started running, he hadn't been able to stop. If he ended up hospitalized again, he would never be able to convince his parents that he was safe enough to leave the school. When he couldn't stop the urge to run with all of the holistic naturalistic bullshit, he found one way that always ended in a positive result.
Beer.
Heading to the shittiest bar he could find, he flashed his Scottish ID that was clearly fake and held the name Williams W. Allace. Not that he expected too many Americans in this area to know great Scottish warriors, but it was amusing to him none the less. Lennox grabbed a seat next to a beautiful blond woman at the bar and ordered a pint of whatever their darkest beer was. He got comfortable in the chair, feeling the impatient bounce of his leg as he watched the dark stout pour from the tap, when the woman spoke to him, he looked over trying to place where he knew her.
The Academy, so clearly Primrose. He tried to picture what she would look like mid orgasm, though the lack of drink in his face was probably a good sign that he never fucked her. He grinned when he placed her with a a bitchy brunette and a downright cunt of a redhead. Lennox grinned and turned to face her a little better, "Hi, it's um, oh fuck me it's um, Mandy?" He asked with a grimace, knowing that there was a very good chance he was wrong. "Andy!" He corrected, remembering that he thought it was kinda cute when he first heard her nickname.
"What brings you out here?" He asked, taking a sip of the stout beer that was placed in front of him.
Post by Andromeda Hawthorne on Feb 12, 2019 1:20:27 GMT
Andy was not the most seasoned drinker around, but she could definitely hold her liquor. She had made jokes in the past that it was because she was from the Midwest, but honestly? There was some truth to that statement. During the winter months, her family typically went up to Wisconsin to hit the slopes, if they weren’t heading somewhere a little more extravagant, which meant that a lot of her years were spent surrounded by alcohol, and she definitely took sips when her parents weren’t looking. By the time that she had hit fifteen, she hadn’t gotten drunk, but she had a pretty good relationship with alcohol. Of course, nobody threw a party better than a waspy rich kid with daddy’s credit card, so to say that she had some experience with liquor was underselling the whole thing just a bit.
Still, there was something about top shelf vodka that seemed to take the edge off, to make the world a little more smooth and soft and palatable instead of the ruthless, cutthroat place that she knew it was. Most of the time she felt like she was walking the razor’s edge, balancing just between success and failure with no option to fall down the wrong side, but not knowing the path to the right one. It was anxiety-inducing, wanting to do the right thing for the sake of your parents, and that was something that she was sure every single legacy with a trust fund and an inheritance in this place could sympathize with.
Andy glanced up at the man next to her. He really was familiar, but it wasn’t until she heard the thick Scottish accent rolling off of his tongue that she could place wh2ere she knew him from. Less than a year ago, her best friend Naomi had dated Sebastian Hallewell, a boy around the same age as them with loose morals and a questionable taste in alcohol. The man in front of her was the other boy with a posh accent at their school, one that girls flocked to. Standing before her was Lennox MacAlistair, Sebastian Hallewell’s best friend. On principle, she knew that she should hate him, but while she had certainly spent enough time with Bash to know whether or not she liked him for her best friend, she hadn’t gotten to spend a lot of time alone with him. By extension, she hadn’t gotten to meet a lot of his friends, and while she had her reservations… she didn’t even know if they were still friends. For all she knew, they weren’t, and she had nothing to worry about.
Of course, she wasn’t sure that she had anything to worry about in the first place. He was just a familiar face in a strange bar… the handsomeness of said face was not something that she was going to focus on at the moment.
Andy chuckled when he said the wrong name. At least he got the gist of it, even if he did start it of with the wrong letter; that was more than she could say about a few of the people she had spent the night with in the past. Then again, at the time, she hadn’t exactly been focused on their names. “Hey, you got really damn close.” She definitely wasn’t mad that he didn’t remember her name; she hadn’t even remembered who he was until he opened his mouth and let loose an accent that made her weak at the knees, and one that wasn’t exactly common in New Orleans.
Andy took another sip of her drink, finding that it actually tasted better than she had expected that it would. After all, this place wasn’t exactly The Aviary. “Mmm, a rough day mostly.” She shrugged her shoulders, setting her drink back on the bar and trailing her fingertips over the rim of the glass. “And… I kind of just wanted to get away for a little bit. What about you? It can’t be the quality of the beer that you’re here for.”
Lennox MacAlistair| idek what this is but hopefully it's enough to move the thread forward XD ♥
Drinking in Scotland was like the best social conduit. They would go to pubs, they would drinking until they were stumbling over each other singing and laughing. Stealing traffic cones to put on a statute, spending time with friends and a dark beer, there was nothing quite like it. America, just had all of these backwards ass ideas about alcohol that led a proud Scotman in search of a fake ID to be able to drink at nineteen. Lennox was well aware that he could run to Scotland without breaking a sweat, but there was effort that went into some things, and sometimes that effort was not worth it. Especially when here he could meet naughty Primrose girls who were also underage and who were also drinking. If he tried to gain points in Scotland or Thailand, or whereever else he wanted to run off to, there would be no proof of it.
Despite some pretty well aimed attempts, none of his exes managed to land a thrown shoe or lamp at him yet.
Speaking of well earned points, he looked over the blonde next to him that spoke to him. She had a pretty face, those wide eyes that looked particularly pathetic while on her knees. Lennox looked over her body, she was skinny. Not that he had a problem going to the thicker side of life, he just knew that the skinnier the girl, the more she had something to prove. Twigs were ripe with daddy issues. It was just a fact. She had long blonde hair that he could picture splayed on his pillow, and full lips that he could picture doing other things with him. Yeah, she could be worth a few points. Assuming she wasn't mind numbingly stupid or spoke with that vocal fry thing that Primrose seemed to breed in females.
Something clicked in his brain when he finally realized where he knew her from.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He realized that she was the barnacle attached to Naomi Torres. Naomi and Bash had dated, but Naomi turned out to be a cold fish so he had to toss her back to the water. Bash lost out on a point, and wasted his time on someone who apparently was only capable of loving high heeled shoes and her own reflection. He wasn't sure if the breakup was completely horrible, but it was enough for him to know that someone who attached herself to that She-Devil was someone who was either so pathetic that she had to cling to someone like Naomi Torres to have some sort of value in her life, or she was just as much of a cold bitch as Naomi. Lennox didn't even want to think about what their friendship with Lyric Pennbrook meant, he could still feel the frost of his crotch when he tried to invite Lyric to a game of spin the bottle three years ago. If he knew that she would end up being gay or whatever, he wouldn't have offered as often as he did. Though, he would be a liar if he tried to claim he didn't think about that whole little girl group: Lyric, Naomi, and Andy all going at it while Lennox got into the middle as King.
Shaking from the fantasy, Lennox took a sip of his drink coming to the grim reality that Primrose really needed to get some females in the school who didn't use their abilities to act as their own cryobanks and Lennox needed a bigger pool of pathetic and sad to work his way through. He was committed to winning this game they had and he knew that if he was going to have to go through the same pools, he was going to give Naomi a chance to stomp his balls with her heels, or Lyric to freeze them off.
"Well a name like Andy, it's not surprising." He laughed and turned to face her properly. He could have come up with some comment about how it was a good name to moan so he should have spent more time working on knowing it, but something told him that outright flirting wasn't going to work with this one. "Well let me buy your next drink as an apology for getting it wrong." He said, taking a sip of his beer and then setting it back on the bar top.
"You wanna talk about it?" He asked, knowing that he could be a decent sounding board when need be. He could usually pull off that sweet and sensitive type. The guy who would listen to the problems and then fuck until the girl he was with forgot about them completely. "Aye, definitely not the quality, just trying to get away from the campus for a little bit. Grades are not my friend this semester and I'm trying to avoid the eventual conversation about it."
