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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Post by Minerva Paige Hawthorne on Aug 6, 2019 2:14:19 GMT
Minnie had a mission, and when Minnie had a mission, no one with a lick of sense thought to stand in the way. She had that sort of narrow-eyed, tight-lipped look that meant business. Her normally overly-bright demeanor had even bled into determination as her mind turned over her objective as though it had been handed down from the leader of the CIA. She had been called upon to tutor a few other students before, but the gravitas of this request meant a little bit more, she had felt. She was not merely to be a tutor; the word “advocate” had been used more than once. Apparently, she was supposed to offer moral and academic support to a reluctant student in the upcoming school year. She was now personally responsible to see that this kid made his way to class on time and prepared.
She could do that with one hand tied behind her back. That was nothing. This poor kid didn’t stand a chance.
Normally, she hated going to the boys’ dorms. They stank and were messy and full of boys. Once, when she was rather new, she made a wrong turn and slammed into a towel-clad boy coming out of the communal bath/shower room, and she had never really recovered from the sight. She kept her eyes peeled for any similar encounters as she searched for the right dorm. The admin had no idea where their special case would be, but his dorm was as good as a place as any to start the search. Along the way to the dorm, she gave weak and unfocused hello’s to random hallway boys; they were, after all, not her concern. No, she was on a mission, and she was a Jacques-seeking missile.
Before long, his dorm room came, and she stopped short, rapping in a short, staccato rhythm. ”I’m looking for Jacques Winchester,” she called through the door. She felt a lot like she was on one of those cops shows and was about to apprehend her main suspect. All she needed was a badge, but her Primrose student ID would have to make do.
Jacques, he was an odd creature, he hadn't been to lectures the whole day. He hadn't felt they were important to him, he was sent here for being the way he was. How was that going to fix him? He was casually sitting angrily at his desk that he was provided with, tapping his head with a pencil he'd grabbed as he tried to work through some small pieces of homework. He never did homework, unless he was that bored. The best part, he'd just had a shower beforehand, so when there was a knock on the door and a girls voice calling for him, he styled his hair and stood in his towel.
When he got to the door, he opened it, his top half on view, from his hair down to his six pack. Jacques looked over the girl, tilting his head slightly. He leaned on the doorway to his dorm room. His words were playful. "That's my name.. Jacques Winchester. Why would a girl like you be looking for a boy like me?" It was a sincere question, but it was masked by his disinterest. He stayed stood in her way. "Well shouldn't I know your name since you have mine?" His head tilt turned into a smirk, god he was such a typical teenage boy.
There was something about her, he couldn't put his finger on it. He just felt like this wasn't going to be a go away and leave me alone situation, he had a feeling she was going to push. Or at least try to.
Post by Minerva Paige Hawthorne on Aug 10, 2019 3:50:55 GMT
When the door opened, Minnie almost lost it. Did boys not own anything other than towels? How hard was it to get dressed after a shower? Not for the first or last time in her life, she cursed her height, which put her right about level with his chest. It was a little ridiculous, and by all rights, it should have knocked her way off her game. But today, she had an important mission, and she would be damned before she would give it up that easy. As long as she kept her eyes pointed up, well, maybe she could actually get through it.
She kept her head tilted up as he spoke to her, her chin defiant in the air. ”I’m not looking for a boy like you; I’m looking for you.” She said the words with such conviction, as though there was some sort of arbitrary distinction. ”The admin sent me. I’m, like, your new academic buddy,” she explained. The adrenaline of her mission was starting to wane, and she couldn’t have that happen because then she would start tripping over her words and the whole thing would be ruined.
”I’ll go ahead and wait right here while you make yourself decent.” Her tone left nothing to be argued, and she hooked her thumbs in the straps of her backpack, practically grounding her heels into the pristine tile floors. She wasn’t going to be ignored, and she wasn’t going to let him slip away, even though she could already tell that that was going to be harder than she anticipated. "So, uh, I'll just be here."
He just stared at her, no way was he going to allow this little whatsit to come to his room and tell him how to display himself, he had the right to walk around naked if he truly wanted to. But yet he didn't since he had a reason to be embarrassed. He stood there, now crossing his arms, his eyebrows nearly touching in the middle how hard he scrunched them up into his disapproving look. "I don't need someone to babysit me. Let alone teach me anything I don't particularly care to know. You can go and tell those admins I tell them they can shove it." His British tone posher then it had been a few moments before, the angrier he got the more posh he sounded. Something he hated about where he was from.
As for the clothes comment, he shook his head. "I can stay like this or be naked. Choose wisely." He released one arm to look at his fingers for a moment before moving out the way of the blocked door frame. As if to say she could enter if the truly wanted to, those that entered usually ran away either from his persistence to piss people off or because he was British... That alone was a way to scare anyone away. "Enter if you dare." His face was kinder again now, but his words returned to their distant coldness. He wasn't happy with the school along with their staff, sending him someone to help him study. It was torturous to be taught by a female student. It made him look weak.
He turned and walked into his own room, finally feeling the cold breeze from doorway, that flowed in and then out his open bedroom window. He decided to take her offer to throw clothes on, he didn't bother to find a clean pair of underwear, he just threw on some tracksuit bottoms and sat at his desk, beads of water still shimmying down his back and chest. He stared at the pile of books in front of him, turning on his lamp he gestured for her to join. "Want me to call you Miss? Like the teachers here? Or... Darling? Or be boring and call you by whatever you said your name was." He didn't even look up to find her as he spoke, now resting his chin on one hand which was held on the desk by an elbow.
Post by Minerva Paige Hawthorne on Sept 1, 2019 1:31:24 GMT
Minnie did nothing to hide the look of pure horror on her face before she snapped back to her mission. He had to be bluffing, anyway. He wasn’t that dumb; he surely wouldn’t disrobe in the hall for all to see. Right? She squared her shoulders and stuck up her chin a little bit more, not that it did much. She couldn’t stretch her five foot two inch frame any more than she already had. She wanted to prove that his threats and his accent, as beguiling as it were, had no effect on her. She was a strong, independent young woman who could survive social interaction. She nodded when he offered her the option to come inside, and she did so, ducking by him. She made sure to keep her back to him, just in case he actually did follow through with his threat.
She hooked her thumbs in the straps of her backpack, eyes still trained away from him. She didn’t want to give him the honor of a glance and risk having to blech her eyes afterward. It wasn’t often that she was in the boy’s section of the dorms already, much less in a room with a dude with less than proper clothing on. Busying her eyes with looking about the space, she tried to take the sum of what kind of boy he was. At least his room didn’t stink; that would have been too much. At his question, she rolled her eyes. “You’re welcome to call me Minnie.” She spaced out her name slowly, as though he was having trouble comprehending. Hazarding to turn around, she sat on the very edge of one of his chairs, slinging her backpack to the floor. “So, where do you wanna start? Officially, my job is to make sure you actually go to class and turn your assignments in,” she informed him with a toss of her dark hair. She was in business Minnie mode, despite his bare torso. he wasn’t going to be ignored, and she wasn’t going to let him slip away, even though she could already tell that that was going to be harder than she anticipated. "So, uh, I'll just be here."
