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 3, 2019 2:31:29 GMT
There were some days that Andy hated going to Primrose Academy. It wasn’t that the classes were too hard or that she felt like she didn’t have enough time to dance or that she had to work. It wasn’t even that she was so far away from home, it was that there were so many people that she found herself easily surrounded by a number of people who were far too careless with themselves for her preference. In her experience, a lot of her peers were rather gangly and awkwardly proportioned, and had issues figuring out how to move in a way that didn’t absolutely send themselves crashing into the nearest coed. It was obnoxious, it was inconvenient, and for someone like her, who had learned how to deal with her odd and awkward growth thanks to a plethora of dance classes nearly from the time that she was old enough to walk, it was obnoxious.
Okay, so maybe Andy was lacking the caffeine that made her a tolerable person to the rest of the world, and maybe the headache that was pounding at her temples was the sign of one hell of a hangover thanks to top-shelf vodka. And maybe she had skipped breakfast this morning out of a desire to get to the studio, which she still hadn’t made it to because everybody on campus apparently decided that they needed to get down the same hallway all at once. To say that she was having a rough day was definitely an understatement, but it was one that she was determined to make better. Somehow. Maybe dancing would help.
Or maybe pulling her hair up when even her scalp hurt was asking for more trouble than she was banking on.
Andy paused, slowing her rhythm down to rummage through the bag slung over her shoulder for the tylenol that she kept in the side pouch for just an occasion. It was this action that sealed her already terrible morning, because it was this action that made her pull her eyes away from the people around her for just long enough for some Neanderthal looking peer to bump into her, his elbow smacking painfully into her upper arm with enough force to send her crashing into the person next to her, who subsequently stumbled into the wall. For a moment, she stayed there, glaring at the boy that had pushed her. “Hey!” She called out, straightening up and pushing her hair out of her face. “I know that learning how to walk upright might be a challenge for you, but maybe put a little more effort when you’re around a lot of people? Otherwise I’m sure you can just drag your knuckles around on the floor like you have to at home. We might not even laugh about it.”
Andy tossed her hair over her shoulder as she spun around to see who she had been pushed into. “Oh god, are you okay?” She reached out, gently brushing her fingers over his shoulder. It was only then that she looked at his face. It was a handsome face, an angular jawline, high cheekbones… eyes that weren’t quite looking at her, but just off to the side, where she had been only moments before. “Some pre-Ice Age asshole decided to test my balance. Apparently, I failed.” She smiled, managing to minimize the embarrassed flush that flooded her face. “I’m so sorry, really.”
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He didn't hate it because it made him dependent, or useless, or disabled. He didn't hate it because it forced him to organize his clothes by what would match or because it required him to be very strict about keeping his possessions where they were supposed to be.
He hated it because it always contributed to him having collisions with people in the goddamn hall.
Sometimes when these collisions happened, the other party was pissed. Sometimes, they felt sorry for him.
He didn't know which was worse.
This one seemed pissed, and suddenly, she was going off. He was ready to give her a decent amount of attitude... and then he started to get the idea that maybe she wasn't talking to him. That was another great thing about being blind. Something he'd gotten pretty good at, however, was getting an idea of the differences in sound when someone was facing him rather than facing away.
He'd been slammed into a wall, so if that rant wasn't directed at him, he was all for it.
He listened with amusement, raising an eyebrow. A neanderthal? What an insult.
"I'm fine," he assured when she asked, surprised to feel her hand on his shoulder. "It's no big deal." He was kind of used to it.
"At least you're acknowledging your need for practice-- I'd be more concerned if you considered that a win," he said in good humor.
"Really, it's fine," he assured again, embarrassed enough that he hadn't been able to get out of the way himself and not wanting to dwell on it. And then... he smirked.
"But, yanno, knocking into a blind guy will get you some bad karma," he pointed out with feigned concern. "If you came and grabbed lunch with me, though, I think I could forget about it."
Andy knew all too well how it felt to be jostled in the hallways of Primrose Academy, and she credited that to two things. The first was that Primrose Academy was an elite school, filled to the brim with the gifted children of the world’s wealthiest families. They had money, they had influence, and they all had supernatural abilities that made them perhaps even more insufferable than they already were. So, why would a bunch of teenagers who felt like the world owed them something watch where they were walking in the hallways? The second reason was because she viewed herself as invisible. Easily missed. Her two best friends were a very different story. Lyric and Naomi drew attention like moths to their flame, but Andy just… didn’t. She was average, she was nothing special, but she wanted to be. She wanted to be the kind of person people wouldn’t dare bump into, regardless of the reason. When it came right down to it, she wanted to be special, and she didn’t think that was too much to want for herself.
After all, she didn’t even have her mother’s womb to herself, much less her parents’ attention once she and her twin brother were born.
I’m fine, the boy in front of her had said, and that it was no big deal. But it still bothered her, the way that the both of them had been rattled around, the collateral damage to someone else’s carelessness. Or maybe it was the fact that someone had given validity to her belief that she just didn’t matter without the company of her two best friends in the entire world. For whatever the reason, she sent the knuckle-dragging jock on his way, and was honestly hoping that the boy she had crashed into didn’t think that she was completely to blame. If she took what he said at face value then he didn’t, but if there was one thing that Andy had learned a long time ago, it was that people rarely said what they actually meant. Her father had been the one to teach her that, but every single person that she had talked to and had a bad relationship with since had supported that theory, so she was inclined to treat it as fact. This was especially true when she was talking to someone that she didn’t actually know.
“I’m a ballet dancer, usually I’m a lot more coordinated, but apparently a hard enough shove from a devolved classmate is enough to throw all that grace right out the window.” She chuckled, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear as she fought the impulse to fiddle with the strap of the bag still slung over her shoulder. This was unfamiliar territory, and she was pretty sure that Lyric would have not even gotten this far into conversation with the man in front of her and Naomi would probably know the perfect thing to say to settle the matter and detach herself so that she could get on with her day, but Andy was neither Lyric nor Naomi, and she had no idea what she was even doing.
When the man in front of her smirked, she braced herself. Even after all this time at Primrose Academy, she was still trying to master how to navigate the different social hierarchies of the the school without either of her two best friends by her side. Oh god, he was blind. She’d nearly toppled over a blind man. Humiliation colored her cheeks as she thought of what to even say in response to that little revelation that she probably should have been able to figure out on her own. He didn’t seem like the type to want pity for something he couldn’t change, at least, as far as she could tell, but she had also known him for all of two minutes and had traded a handful of sentences with him. How could she presume to know what he would and wouldn’t appreciate? What he said next, however, caught her completely by surprise. “I would hope karma could make one exception since it was an accident.” She rose her eyebrows slightly, a smirk settling in on her lips as if it belonged there. “However, considering she’s a wicked bitch at best, getting lunch with you certainly couldn’t hurt my chances.” She hiked up the strap on her shoulder. “I’m Andy, by the way. Andy Hawthorne.” Since he couldn’t, you know, see who she was.
