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
As the community reels from the untimely death of Lucia Lovelle, life has to move on. Primrose readies for the annual Prom celebration! Keep your eye out for a event board and have fun!
02.27.19
It's not too late to vote for February's OTM winners! The winners for January, keep an eye out on your messages for your winner's graphics for your signature. Already voted? Make sure you check out the Mardi Gras event board! Party up, have a good time, and enjoy!
Andy had never really gotten the hang of being the older sibling, regardless of the fact that she had been one from the moment that her twin brother had followed her out of the womb. There was something about the whole idea of it, the overprotectiveness, the guidance, everything, that just didn’t quite click in her brain. That wasn’t to say that she was cruel to her siblings, or that she didn’t care about them, she just didn’t know how to become that quintessential older, wiser sibling figure that she felt like her siblings might look for. Especially Minnie. Well, really only Minnie. Luke was definitely not the kind of person who was looking for any of Andy’s guidance, and the only time she brought up the whole “older and wiser” thing was to intentionally get under his skin the way that only she could.
The perks of being the older, wiser twin.
Today, however, she felt like she needed to check in with her dear, darling little sister. Lately, she had been spending a lot of time with her friends, and while that was all good and well, Minnie was family. Precious family. And… well to be quite frank, there was a part of Andy that worried that her little sister wasn’t exactly cut out for this school. Not because she couldn’t handle the education aspect of it, hell Minnie was miles smarter than she was and that was saying something considering their age difference, but because the social aspect of it might be more than a little overwhelming. Which was to say that to social scene of Primrose Academy could be really fucking cutthroat if you got on the bad side of the wrong person, and considering that her darling little sister cried at the drop of a hat, well, she had to make sure that her sister wasn’t getting on the wrong side of anybody. It was remarkably easy at this school to offend the wrong person, but she had backup in the form of Lyric and Nomi, and Minnie… well, she had backup in her.
Andy made her way down the winding corridor that held the Primrose female dorms, bypassing her own room in favor for seeking out her little sisters. The way that these rooms were set up had never made sense to her, but she supposed that was why she wasn’t going into boarding school administration. Well, that and because she didn’t absolutely hate her life.
Before long, she was standing in front of Minnie’s door, and she knocked twice before quietly calling out. “Minnie Mouse, open uuuuup.” Too late, she realized that there was every chance that her little sister wasn’t there and that her roommate was, but it wasn’t like she was the first person to use that nickname, and she was sure that she wasn’t going to be the last.
Post by Minerva Paige Hawthorne on May 12, 2019 20:56:42 GMT
Minnie had been at Primrose for nearly three years, yet sometimes it felt like she had just arrived. The teachers knew her, the staff knew her, and the kids knew of her, but no one really knew her. She had not found the niche that Andy did when she first came, and she didn’t particularly love that fact. She wanted nothing more than to fall in with a lovely group of girls like Lyric and Naomi, but it hadn’t really happened for her. But that was okay! She had her studies and a roommate who wasn’t too terrible. She seemed to tolerate all the decorations on Minnie’s side just fine. Minnie had taken the chiffon down after her first year, though. Someone had said that it made her room look like a nursery, and as much as she loved the canopy, it had to go after that. She would die before she gave up the unicorn shaped pillow on her bed, though, even if she did shove it between the bed and wall when she had any sort of substantial company.
But Primrose was fun, she guessed. It was full of people like her and full of life. They were all kids of a certain “breed” and pedigree, and she had seen some of the more vicious fights that broke out (carried out in the social sphere only, of course. No one could actually dirty their hands) over top spots. She had found ways to make herself less of a target that way: volunteer but don’t overstep, find your niche and stick with it, and whatever you do, don’t look Lyric in the eye unless you want to start something. In a school of social alphas, Minnie told herself she was just happy to be the smart girl and to not have to eat her lunch alone in the bathroom like in the movies. She talked to all sorts but kept her head down when she could. Sometimes that took a lot out of her, though, because she had been born a social butterfly and even she forgot the right and the wrong people to talk to. It could feel stifling to try to walk on eggshells to not offend someone when the offensive action was just talking to them.
Andy seemed to have been the more gifted one in that pursuit. Andy knew just what to say or not to say anything at all. She was smart, too, and that only elevated her status in Minnie’s eyes. She admired her sister so very much, probably more than was exactly necessary. Even with the road bumps in her past, Andy was still the brightest older female who had grown up in the Hawthorne household. Minnie never had the opportunity to admire her mother; she had been a wilted flower ever since Minnie was born. Andy was, unfortunately for Andy, the biggest female influence on Minnie, and Minnie looked forward to any chance she could hear from her.
When Minnie heard the two knocks at her door, she snapped to attention, figuring it was for her roommate at first, but the nickname that followed was her own, in her sister’s voice. She grinned and shut her chemistry book. “It’s unlocked!” she called out. She should have been annoyed at the nickname, but she couldn’t be.
Despite the fact that there were those who described her darling little sister as “annoying” or “obnoxious”, Andy definitely didn’t mind spending time with her. Sure, she could be a little much, and her tendency to cry at literally everything was a little annoying, but it was her little sister, and there were few people who understood her better than she did. After all, the people at this academy had gotten to know Minnie only three-ish years ago, but Andy? She had held her little sister when she was only hours old, looking suspiciously reminiscent to a lumpy and oddly colored potato. Not that she had ever told her sister those exact descriptors, of course. From that moment, she had been determined to have some kind of kinship with the only other girl in her family, and when her mother had started going a little… sideways, mentally, that desire had only increased.
That was part of the reason that she made so much of an effort to spend time with her little sister, despite their age difference. Her best friends had understood, and they had made Minnie an integral part of their lives as well, but if there was one thing that Andy knew perfectly well, it was that at some point she was going to be leaving Minnie behind to deal with everything on her own. There was a part of her that felt that she hadn’t been able to adequately prepare her little sister for the challenges she might face, either in this school or beyond it Still, there was little that she could do about that now, short of helping out her sister when and where she could. “It’s unlocked!” Andy smiled brightly as she turned the knob and opened the door, peeking her head around the door to see her sister sitting on her bed. Slipping inside, she shut the door behind her and stepped forward, sliding down onto the bed next to her sister, smiling at the chemistry book next to her, and the unicorn pillow leaning against the wall, within an arm’s reach where she had no down that her sister would be able to shove it between her bed and the wall at the first sight of company that wasn’t her.
“Kinley out and about?” She questioned, noting the absence of her boyfriend’s little sister. There had been some awkwardness for her when she had started dating Lennox, something that she had a feeling her sister had probably had to deal with too, but it wasn’t something that she had exactly… talked with her sister about, since Minnie seemed to like to avoid the awkward topics of life. They were sisters, though, and that meant something to both of them.
“How’s prom planning going, Miss Chairwoman?” Andy smiled, leaning in and nudging her sister’s shoulder lightly, thinking of the pride that had swelled in her when she had heard that her sister was in charge of the prom planning committee. She knew that it probably sounded ridiculous, but she had never really had a mind for volunteering her time, she just had too much to focus on between her part time job at the library, her academics, her social schedule, and dance. “I’m not trying to get anything out of you about it, I swear.”
Post by Minerva Paige Hawthorne on Jun 3, 2019 18:35:15 GMT
Minnie grinned at Andy as she came in, giving her a big wave. She moved her stack of textbooks and notebooks to the ground beside the bed. The semester was wrapping up, and she had more final projects than she cared to think about. But she always had time for her beloved sister. She knew, with other big sisters, it might have been a pity hang. She was smart enough to know that she and Andy stood on different social planes; they attracted very different crowds around them. Andy was brilliant too, of course, but she was also pretty in a classic sense and a talented dancer. She had her demons, a fact that Minnie knew well, but falling in with Lyric and Naomi had allowed Andy to have a bigger and more obvious cultural footprint than Minnie’s sparkling grades and stint in the chess club.
She didn’t have any reservations about her own character. She knew what people said about her and decided that if she pretended it didn’t bother her, it wouldn’t. At the end of the day, she knew, she would be top ten, and she’d still smile and wave at the people who were the meanest. Goodness knew they could use it. Maybe they wouldn’t be so rude if they had someone in their corner. That was the philosophy she carried into her life: every grumpy stranger was just someone who needed a kind word and probably a fresh flower. Still, it was nice to know that she had Andy and her friends insulating her from the worst of it. They were a godsend in the often cold halls of Primrose.
Minnie shrugged at the question. She and her roommate lived together, but the other girl was a little mum on the whole making true friends out of them. She had hoped that when Andy started dating Kinley’s totally cute older brother that they would be able to enjoy some degree of closeness, but it had never come to fruition. Not that it totally bothered her or anything. “She’s doing her own thing, I guess,” she replied simply. Whatever it was, she obviously hadn’t been invited.
She ran her hands down her face at the mention of prom planning. It had taken over her life – and her bed. The binder, neatly organized and color-tab-coded, lay open on her bed, and she shut it before Andy could peak too much. She wanted to tell her everything, but she was under a gag order from the rest of the committee. “It’s going to be awesome! I’m really excited about the theme, of course.” Fishing the skittles out of her nightstand, she offered the bag to Andy. “Do you know what dress you’re going to wear?” she inquired. At Andy’s next question, she leaned forward conspiratorially, grinning. “I mean, no guarantee, but you definitely know who’s getting my nomination for prom queen and king.” Like she would ever nominate anyone other than her big sister, as much as she liked Naomi and Lyric.
