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 Cameron Gallagher on Feb 19, 2019 21:38:14 GMT
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Cameron was too high for this. He didn't want to deal with the repercussions. He just wanted to drink Dr. Pepper.
Getting arrested wasn't something he was particularly afraid of... given he'd done it a small plethora of times. What made this time especially irksome, however, was that his brother was the one called to talk to him. The moment Jaxon was released, Cam's stomach sank as he waited for Malcolm to walk through the door. He didn't even want to look at the man's face.
"It wasn't a big deal, Malcolm," he defended the moment he was approached, the need to defend his actions suddenly erupting from his gut. "No one got hurt." He wouldn't have wanted to hurt anyone. He couldn't have been that bad of a person, could he?
He barely even gave his brother a chance to speak, the words quickly rushing out. "And if you don't want to deal with me just leave." Malcolm was going to pack up and leave-- it was only a matter of when. And so Cam didn't want to sit through a lecture about how difficult he made the guy's life considering the guy was waiting to use his jail-out-of-free card and book it.
His face was red, his hands were shaking, and he was sweating with anxiety. Life had been so much easier when he could fuck up his life and there was no one there to care about it.
"Hey Gallagher, you got a kid brother?" Malcolm sat at his desk going through the death by paperwork battle and was failing. He looked up at the question and confirmed that he did. The arresting officer laughed and led him back to the holding cells where Cameron and a shaggy blond kid were talking to a big scruffy dude. He did a quick introduction, meeting Astor Perona for the first time. Ash took Jaxon and left Cameron and Malcolm to talk. The arresting officer agreed to leave it to Ash and Mac to teach them a lesson and that he wouldn't be looking the other way again.
Jaxon and Ash left, leaving the Gallagher brothers in the quiet hall with the open cell door between them. He knew that he should give the lecture about stealing. He knew that he had to tell Cameron about the choices that he was making, about how he was going to be hearing from that smug ass McMullens about how he allowed Cameron to go with a slap on the wrist like his kid sister wasn't out getting arrested every weekend on Bourbon Street.
He was just happy that he was okay.
He kept his mouth shut while Cameron listed all of the reasons why he would run off. Why he would leave Cameron there just like their parents did when they died. He defended that no one got hurt and he defended that they were just having fun.
"Did I say anything Cam?" He asked, the paperwork caused a headache and this wasn't helping too much. Everything that Cam said showed just how little the other Gallagher felt about himself. That Malcolm was just going to leave because of this. "Do you want to go get something to eat? I'm starving and this precinct only has vending machines from the Regan administration. i'm buying."
Post by Cameron Gallagher on Mar 8, 2019 19:16:38 GMT
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Okay, so maybe he'd jumped to conclusions a bit too quickly. It wasn't even that he expected Malcolm to be this raging monster swinging hands at him. As angry as he'd been with his brother, he knew Malcolm well enough to know that wasn't him. It really wasn't about what he thought of Mac at all. It was what he thought of himself.
And so he'd played out scenarios in his mind waiting for Malcolm to explode. His face was red with embarrassment, feeling incredibly low as his eyes scanned the bars in front of him. He hated finding himself in cells. Contrary to the belief of many, he didn't get into trouble because he thought it was cool or impressive or that he was above the law. He was, in no way, proud to be seen in that cell.
He did it because in the moment, he never thought anyone would care that he had done it.
For years, he'd craved some sort of acknowledgement or attention. Now that he was thinking about it, this was not the type of attention that he wanted.
Yet, for some reason, Malcolm wasn't yelling. He wasn't making Cameron feel worse. It almost raised some concern for him, causing him to look over his brother skeptically.
Was he really okay with what had just happened, or was he waiting to take out his anger until they didn't have an audience?
When Malcolm finally did speak, it had felt like hours of anticipation building in Cam. His mouth opened to respond, though nothing initially came out. He just kind of stared, blinking and shaking his head.
"No," he responded quietly when asked if Mac had said anything, furrowing his brows. He hadn't, and Cam didn't get why.
Malcolm offered to buy Cam food and honestly, he was starving. He nodded, keeping his gaze on the floor as he stood up hesitantly. At that moment, it didn't matter where they were going-- he just wanted to get out of the building.
"That was Ash," he said softly, pushing his hair back with his fingers as his heart raced. "I'd be out on the street if it weren't for him." This hadn't been how he'd planned for them to meet. "And Jaxon, my roommate."
Post by Malcolm Reed Gallagher on Apr 8, 2019 5:24:00 GMT
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Malcolm knew that his brother was a good kid underneath all of the layers of trauma and bullshit. He knew that his brother was a good soul, that his brother was a loyal friend, and someone who would be fun to spend time with. He also knew that his brother was a sarcastic little shit and he loved him all the more for it. This is what Malcolm wanted to be able to do, be a brother. He wanted to be able to help him with whatever problems came up in his life, sure Malcolm assumed it would be more dating advice and fixing up old cars together, but this was life. They were Gallaghers and he would use whatever pull he had in whatever situation to protect his brother.
He fucked it up too long to deny his brother anything at this point. He haunted himself for years with thoughts of what Cam could be getting into or what could be happening to him. He would call and check in with his grandparents, sometimes in the early hours of the morning. They always said that he was fine, that Malcolm had to worry about himself.
Their grandparents couldn't hold all of the blame. He would go and look for Cam, and never find him. Running back into the blond Astor Perona, they shook hands. He could remember when he showed up at Phalanx looking for Cam. He assumed it was some group home, and asked for Ash to keep an eye out for him. He was grateful that there was someone looking out for his brother when he was too selfish to be able to.
He was too caught up in his life in Baton Rogue, his work his engagement, his everything that helped numb the fact that he couldn't be a good brother to Cam. That he was just destined to be another adult who screwed him over and left him.
As much pain as Malcolm was in over the deaths of their parents, he was numbed to how much Cam would be grieving too. He was too caught up in himself to see the agony on Cam's features and the track marks on his arms. He didn't deserve that second chance in the garage, but somehow he was given one. He was allowed to try and that was all he really wanted. He just wanted to try to be a good big brother, like when they were younger and Cam would look at him full of amazement and wonder. He wanted to earn that back.
He wanted to be a good enough big brother, not to sway the guilt he had, but because he really saw what a good person Cam was and he wanted to be part of his life.
Cameron Gallagher was a pain in the neck sometimes, like when he was ranting and raving in a jail cell, but he still loved him.
"We've met, a couple years ago." He admitted, looking back to where the blond duo had left through. "I didn't know that Phalanx was a place for people like us, I just asked if he had a bed if you came through. Try to keep you out of the rain or something."
They walked out of the holding cells, Malcolm stopping by his desk to grab his coat and the files he was currently working on. He had a framed picture of his parents at one side, another of Cameron and himself when they were kids playing.
"Jaxon the one with the fires?" He figured even with the ears around the police station that people would just assume that his "criminal" brother was hanging around with an arsonist.
Malcolm led them out of the station and onto the busy New Orleans street, "What are you hungry for?" He knew that Cameron would have a good reason for what happened and Malcolm had more to do for his brother. It was his birthday after all and he had to make it up to him.
