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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It was shifts like those that made Win question her life choices. It had been twelve hours of nonstop action - car accidents, burns, cardiac arrests, even a few gunshot wounds. Only two deaths. That was good for a Friday night, but one of them was an eight year old hit by a stray bullet - he was dead on arrival. Her shift had ended just minutes before but it felt like a lifetime ago - adrenaline does funny things to your perception of time. It was also what kept her from collapsing from exhaustion where she stood just outside the hospital's main entrance. The morning air was cool and crisp, and the sun was just beginning to rise. These brief moments of decompression were the most peaceful of Win's hectic world.
The agonizing wails of the boy's mother still rang in her ears. Win had been one of the nurses to try and console the woman as the surgeon pronounced his time of death. 02:04. Her next patient was a man who had lost his marbles, literally, in his rectum. If there was a god he had a sick sense of humor. She knew she would sob over the boy later when she was home and the adrenaline wore off, but for now everything still felt surreal. Win was beginning to feel something else as well...hungry. After long night shifts the ER nursing team would all get breakfast together, usually at the nearest and cheapest diner they could find. But after last night, most decided to head straight home to bed. She couldn't blame them, but Winona wasn't ready to face being alone with her thoughts and grief just yet.
Her mood lightened when she saw Clark make his way through the lobby. He was probably just as exhausted as the others, but Win figured it was worth a shot. "Hey Clark, what are we doing for breakfast?" She smirked, not giving him an option. She and Clark worked well together, often commiserating about primadonna doctors and the caustic personalities of certain supervisors. Win had always found reassurance in his kind demeanor and cool head even in the worst of situations...not to mention he was pretty easy on the eyes. The two had rarely interacted much outside of work however, at least one-on-one. She figured this could be a good opportunity to get to know each other better. "Everyone else bailed." She added.
And it's a great day to be alive I know the sun's still shining When I close my eyes
There's some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can't every day be just this good?
Sometimes, Clark wasn’t sure how he kept his feet under him. He did not count himself as too old on any clock, but he had seen more than his fair share in the years he did have. Somethings had become part and parcel with his job, but there were some that, no matter how many times he saw them, would always knock his breath away. For every child with a cough, there was one missing something vital. For every new life threatening to burst forth, there was one trying to snuff out. Sometimes, all he wanted to do was disappear again, to throw in the towel and step away and just poof – gone. Those days had gotten fewer and farther between, but they still existed. They were the worst, but he still managed to come back, day after day, to deal with the same sort of issues.
It was worth it, he knew. Late in the night or early in the morning (who could ever tell after a certain point?), he had been called into the room of a woman who just thought she was having the worst gas pains in the history of the world (her words). It had been the doctor’s duty to tell her that she was actually experiencing labor, without even knowing she was pregnant. Clark had been a part of the team to prep her before the OB team could get there. Her fear, excitement, joy, and anxiety had infected him with an adrenaline that had already erased the worst of the night that came before. By the time that the OB team wheeled her out, he forgot why he ever doubted his job to begin with. Then he remembered all the rooms he wasn't in that night, all the shit he didn't see. He had a lucky night, but he would take it.
The high of that had begun to fade, and hunger sank in. The end of his shift rushed up to meet him, and he changed quickly before heading into the lobby. He reacted to his name, but lack of sleep and the hunger gnawing in his gut made his mind slow. It took him a bit to register that it was Winona talking to him about breakfast. She had said the special word, and he slowly came to attention. “Wherever you want; I’m so tired I can’t make choices,” he replied with an apologetic smile. He trusted her judgement more than his own. They never seemed to be too far out of step and converged on all the important work points. They had a nice synergy in the workplace but hadn’t had a lot of time to test it outside, which he regretted. He enjoyed her passion and her humor and her ability to withstand even the worst of shifts. “I’m not bailing. I could use something to eat,” he assured her, his accent strong with his lack of sleep. Besides, it wasn’t like he could ever say no to such a woman.
Post by Winona Chotke on May 12, 2019 15:49:11 GMT
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Winona could hardly hide her relief that sad Win hours was being postponed, with a wide grin now spreading across her face. Her inevitable date with melancholy aside, she tended to prefer meals with friends over solitary evenings of netflix and lean cuisine, and as handsome as he was, her cat didn't exactly make the best company. "I knew you wouldn't let me down!" She laughed while lightly slapping his arm. With all of that settled, the question of venue needed answering, and Clark left it up to Win to decide. She took a moment to think as the two walked towards the parking garage. Diners were inoffensive, cheap, and there was a good one just around the corner that the ER team often frequented. "How about Sammi's? It's Saturday so they probably have good specials..." She asked, knowing Clark would have probably agreed to anything, given his state of exhaustion.
As the pair entered the cavernous garage, Winona pointed at a familiar looking car. "Looks like we just dodged a bullet, I think that's the Joint Commission..." The absolute hell the Hospital administrators levied on their staff whenever the JC showed up forced Win to recognize their vehicles pretty quickly. She expected their phones to start ringing soon, with desperate pleas from their supervisor for them to return to work. Like hell she would, Win put that shit on silent.
"I can drive if you want...believe it or not I was actually able to get a spot on the ground floor last night." She smirked. It was a rare fucking occasion indeed.
And it's a great day to be alive I know the sun's still shining When I close my eyes
There's some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can't every day be just this good?
Her smile vanished some of the tired from the forefront of Clark’s mind. Her energy was always infectious, and it rubbed off on him. He had never been one to want to seek solitude when there was another option, especially an option that included fun work friends that he wanted to make regular friends. He found himself mirroring her grin. “I never turn down breakfast after a long night.” He patted his stomach as though that proved it. Sammi’s sounded like heaven, and he couldn’t hope but to grin at the thought of their biscuits and gravy. No other place could get it quite right, except for his own mother, of course. “Sounds great, Win,” he affirmed. His mouth was already practically watering, the hunger winning out over the sleep.
He held the door open to the garage for her, and his eyes locked onto the car she pointed at. His smile fell, and the hunger gnawed at him. The idea of the JC terrified Clark; that was still too much pressure for him. He was very good at his job when no one was looking. “We should double step before they lock us in,” he echoed as he switched his phone back to silent. It wasn’t like anyone else besides work, family, or the occasional gifted-in-need called him anyway, and he was so very tired that he didn’t want to deal with anyone outside of Win at the moment. She wouldn’t ask him to stitch up random mutants on the fly, at the very least. Or maybe she would. He had been taught to be ready for anything.
He certainly didn’t want to drive if he could help it. “As long as you promise me that we’ll make it one piece,” he laughed. “Whose spot did you steal? If it’s Diana, I’ll be surprised if your car is still there. She’s serious about her parking spot.” He would never cross Diana; she could be a little scary.
