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 Cora Elaine Marshall on Mar 17, 2019 2:25:18 GMT
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Cora felt a significant amount of nerves bunching up in her stomach as she made her way into the large building that definitely didn’t look like it housed a mental asylum. There were spacious grounds, with soft green grass and willow trees bowing towards the ground, leaves just barely brushing against the tips of the grass. The building itself was beautiful, too; a two story building that looked just as romantic as the entirety of the French Quarter looked. There was something soft about it, something warm and inviting. The only thing that looked out of place, and shattered the whole image of it, was the wrought iron gates that looked newer than anything else on the building. Designed to keep patients in more than anything, she supposed. In her pockets, Cora clenched her hands into fists, and released, trying to fight the anxiety and nerves that weighed her down and made her feel… heavier, almost. She wasn’t meant to be this nervous, not at a volunteer position, but there was something about setting foot inside the place that set her on edge.
Maybe it was the knowledge that Mr. Perona had spent time inside this building, or that the people that were housed here were typically thought of as dangerous and out of control. The overactive part of Cora’s brain had kicked into high gear, and she was picturing the entire building being chock full of people who would love nothing more than to peel her skin off of her body and wear it as their own. But it couldn’t be that dangerous, right? After all, Mr. Perona had cleared her volunteering here, Mary Magdalena Sutton worked here as an intern, and they were accepting volunteers! It couldn’t be that bad, could it?
There was also a part of Cora that wondered if the reason that she was so on edge around the building was because she felt like maybe, just maybe, she belonged there. The vivid memory of the last time that she had pushed her power too far flashed through her mind. The days in inpatient therapy, the emptiness, the feeling as if the whole world had lost all of its color… it was still fresh in her mind, and underlying it all was the desire to just end it, because no life was better than a life that was nothing but tedious. Who would enjoy a tedious existence, anyways? Cora shook her head and made her way up to the front door, where she was quickly ushered inside and walked through the general orientation on what volunteers did exactly. She was just supposed to talk to the patients, to interact with them, and maybe connect with them on a level that the orderlies never would. There was an option to help with training their abilities, but considering that Cora couldn’t even manage to control her own ability, she didn’t exactly think that she was the best candidate for that job.
Making her way towards the recreation hall, Cora mentally steeled herself for whatever she was about to see. The fact of the matter was that she was not prepared, but that was something that she was going to have to deal with once she was faced with it, and no amount of preparation was going to adequately prepare her. Tossing a quick glance at the open double doors, Cora made her way towards them, stopping to fiddle with the bag that she had been allowed to keep with her since there was always at least one orderly in the recreation hall. Fiddling with it, Cora wasn’t really paying attention to where she was going. So when she walked directly into a bar in between the two doors that she hadn’t seen, she hadn’t even been prepared enough at the last minute to try to stop it. Her skull hit against the metal with a dull thunk, and she stumbled back, immediately bringing her hand to her forehead. The skin around where she had impacted already hurt, and she had a feeling that by the time she left Monroeville Hospital, she would have a rather large bruise that she would probably have to explain to a very panicked Mr. Perona. “Ow,” her voice was high pitched and more like a whimper as she rubbed at the spot on her head, and she looked around, flushing bright pink as she felt eyes on her. “Oh. Crap.” So much for playing it cool.
Post by Elijah Noel Cartwright on Mar 25, 2019 17:29:34 GMT
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Monroeville could have been the most beautiful building known to architecture and Eli would still see nothing but imprisonment upon closer examination. Despite having nothing personally against the volunteers, he hated that they existed. It made Monroeville come across as some typical hospital that thrived on the selflessness of various young adults willing to give their free time for no pay. The volunteers could chaperone, and sweep, and do whatever it was that they did, and it was still barely a dent in the prison's mission for torture and discrimination.
Eli didn't need to have memories of the torture inflicted upon him to know that he was in a horrible place.
But the volunteers could do what they wanted. They could come in and feel good about themselves, thinking that they were contributing to society and in doing so absolving themselves of any guilt or wrongdoing.
At least the institution was benefiting someone.
Eli sat in the rec room, tapping his foot to the rhythm of the percussive booms making their way from his earbuds into his ear canals. He probably should have been being more careful with his volume... considering he was lucky to be allowed the privilege of music in the first place... but if it killed his earbuds, he had another excuse to talk to Holden.
Evidently, more than music would provide his entertainment for the day. The blue haired girl could have grabbed his attention by simply sitting still. She did him several better, however, in walking directly into the bar between the two large doors. He smirked, a chuckle escaping his throat. He wasn't entirely heartless though, and so he was standing up and approaching the girl for reasons he could not quite comprehend.
"I was convinced you could phase through matter or something-- that's the only reason I've ever seen someone walk toward the pole with such vigor," he said, raising an enthusiastic fist as he spoke the last word.
"Seriously, though, you okay? You don't want to be walking into shit around here. The last thing you want is to give these fuckers something to give you shit for."
Post by Benjamin Townsend on Apr 1, 2019 16:31:06 GMT
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away
On edge was an understatement.
It had been a rough couple nights for Ben. Sleep had been hard to come by, harder than usual, and when he did he had particularly vivid nightmares. He surmised that in the last week he’d had about nine hours of sleep. The only blessing had been the lack of bone twisting horror that he’d grown so accustomed to in the past four years. He felt utterly drained despite that kindness.
He could have used a smoke. The cleansing ritual of breathing in toxin and exhaling his worries, trading one death for another. That would have been counterproductive to his goals. He needed to be on his best behavior and stay out of solitary. He’d promised his friends that he’d be on his best behavior. Barring one incident where he’d fused his teeth shut and locked himself to a bed he’d been doing a pretty good job of that. With his usual outlets denied to him, Benjamin had taken to scouring the halls.
He wandered through the halls of Monroeville during his free period in a fugue-like state. His ringed and bloodshot eyes unfocused. He hadn’t given the blue haired girl who walked in front of him any mind. She was just another ghost in the hallway, a momentary blip on his radar before he found a corner to isolate himself in. At least, she would have been if she didn’t run head first into the post between the double doors. The loud thunk that followed elicited a snicker from the haggard inmate, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth. Hardhead or not, he knew that feeling of waltzing into objects. He felt a modicum of sympathy at that moment and began to open his mouth when another voice cut through the air. Well, this girl probably had about the worst luck in Monroeville at that moment.
The snide comment that spilled from Eli’s lips was probably about the kindest thing he could have said to the girl. Unfortunately, once it came out Ben felt the need to add to it.
“That’s what you had your money on? I thought that she was just gonna plow straight through it like the fuckin’ Kool-Aid Man.” Ben called out from behind the girl, sidestepping around her so he could properly see the old man of his circle of friends. “That would’ve been something to see.” Ben turned to look at the slightly concussed young woman. “You kinda let me down there new girl. We haven’t had some good destruction of hospital property since that Edwards kid accidentally short-circuited the tv and made it blow up. Take it from me. Best way to set yourself up for success here is to do something over the top.
“You do something like that and no one will give you shit for anything. Well, most people won’t. I would. Eli probably would too but he gives everyone shit. It's because he’s old and curmudgeonly. It’s one of his most endearing character flaws.” Even tired beyond all reason Ben’s ability to flood a conversation with words was unimpeded. He gave Eli a smug grin as he informed the new girl of how he was a grumpy old man.
He shared much the same sentiment that Eli did. Interns were simply a reminder that there was a world out there that he was denied being a part of. So, Ben, like with many things he disliked, choose to simply ignore their presence altogether. When they came around looking to interact with him he usually just gave them the side eye. If that failed he would delve into excruciating detail about his powers and, distance from the blocker permitting, put on a disgusting show. That was practically a surefire way to chase off any young do-gooders looking to make their transcripts look good.
The bluenette had earned a bit of pity from Ben and while he hadn't exactly voiced his concern as Eli had he was curious if she was alright.
Embarrassment was like an old friend for Cora Marshall. She had been acquainted with it so many times in the past year alone that they were practically on a first name basis, and the second her forehead connected with the metal post between the doors, she welcomed him into her life again. Not that it meant she was happy about it. Color flooded over pale cheeks as she raised her hand to the source of the sharp, throbbing pain ricocheting through her brain. So much for playing it cool and not making herself a target on her first day. Oh well, that was the way that life seemed to work where she was involved, and she had long since grown used to rolling with the punches.
Movement in her periphery made Cora glance to the side, and her sight locked in on a man heading her way. He was a little taller than her, with smudged out eyeliner ringing his eyes and a somewhat grouchy expression. As he spoke, however, Cora couldn’t help but chuckle at the words, oblivious to the fact that he could be making fun of her. When another boy joined in, however, it clicked into place. Cora’s already pink cheeks veered towards crimson, and she laughed quietly to cover up the discomfort. “See, I was trying out this whole mind over matter thing. Either I wasn’t trying hard enough or I’m missing a step because I’m pretty sure that’s not what is supposed to happen.” Her sweet smile was back in place as she desperately tried to ignore the dull throb of a headache that had taken root in her temples. Whether it was a side effect of smacking into the post or not, but all things considering, she wouldn’t be surprised.
Something about this conversation set Cora a little on edge, but she couldn’t be sure exactly what that was. There were a number of possibilities: There were two boys in front of her that had seen her smack into a metal post; neither of them were wearing the little white, laminated badge that marked out staff, interns, and volunteers; and they were giving her advice as if she was a new patient. With the little amount of control that she had over her power, and what it did do to her when she used it too much or lost control, she supposed that she did have a lot in common with a new patient, and if it weren’t for Mr. Perona, she was sure that she would have ended up in here a long time ago. Maybe she still would. Maybe she should. Chatter about the inherent value of destruction as a farm of entertainment shattered her line of thought and cued her back into the conversation at hand. “Sorry to disappoint you boys, but I’m not great at destruction, and my super special power? Not exactly over-the-top.” As far as she had experienced, anyways. “So I guess I’ll just have to stick to not walking into poles from now on.”
Eli spoke, and Cora’s kind smile widened. She really did appreciate his concern, she had seen a number of situations in her life where that particular reaction was sorely lacking. “The largest injury was definitely to my pride,” she chuckled, “I’ll probably have a really nice bruise to explain when I get home, but I’ll be fine. Thanks. For asking, I mean.” If playing it cool had even somewhat been an option after smacking into a pole, it wasn’t now that she had opened her mouth. “Sorry, I um,” Cora pressed her lips together, “hm. I tend to overtalk, so, feel free to tell me to shut up.” She looked from Eli, to the other boy, and then back. “I’m Cora, by the way.”
