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
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Getting out of bed was always the hardest part of the day. She never wanted to do it, she always had to, and it was a vicious cycle that she was really looking forward to ending. Probably why she drank the gallons of coffee a day that she did, and always cursed the universe for not giving her an ability like 'doesn't need sleep eisis" or "tons of energy no crash manipulation" that would have been a lot more helpful than listening to people think about how much they wanted to get Burger King on the drive home, or what various repressed sexual needs they had that were still unfulfilled. Evan sat up in her bed and yawned, she was getting coffee with someone she met on evOlvd and she had to look even halfway decent for it.
She was excited to get to know more people with an ability, people outside of her family and immediate friends. She wanted to get to know what it was like for others in New Orleans to grow up with these things happening to them. She quickly showered, dressed, makeup, the usual functions of the morning. Her phone read out local headlines as she applied her lipstick, more disappearances. She set the black tube of red lipstick down and looked at herself in the mirror, knowing that she was onto something and she was going to have to do something about it.
Too many times she sat back with information until it was too late. She dd that when her mother was planning on killing herself, and she knew that deep down she would never forgive herself for that. She had been out with her friends when she could have been saving her mother. She didn't want to talk about it for years with her brothers or father, but it was something that constantly was in the back of her mind. It was what kept her from being too serious about anyone, and what made her indulge in so much destructive behaviors. Better to abandon someone than have them abandon her. She took a deep breath to steel herself against the intrusive thoughts and shot a text to Joshua about meeting for coffee at the Quarter Cafe.
She dressed and slipped on her heels and was out the door. The Quarter Cafe was close by where she lived, and she was unashamed to admit that she picked her apartment based on how close she could be to her favorite coffee shop. She scanned the crowd, looking for Joshua and when she didn't spot him she took a table outside. She scrolled through the evOlvd for someone else who looked like they would be friendly. She already spotted her brother and Monday on the app, which was enough to make her want to claw her eyes out. She really didn't need to see Will's generous offer to teach people how to scream his name out. Monday, while she was tempted to slide for like, she knew that she wouldn't be able to explain away the off chance that they could match to her brother.
That was a secret she was going to take to the grave, and she wanted to keep it that way.
She leaned back in the wicker chair and scanned the bustling crowds for anyone who looked vaguely familiar. Josh seemed like a nice guy, and she could always use some friends in her life.
Post by Joshua Eliot Holmes on Jan 11, 2019 22:09:56 GMT
Josh didn’t really get nervous. He had spent years in active war zones, making snap decisions that could either save or cost a life. After that, he had to literally come to terms with both his ex-fiance cheating on him, and learning how to adjust to life as a civilian after being medically discharged from the Marines. There was precious little that made him nervous, short of dealing with his boss. Josh was nervous. It wasn’t that it was a date, or that he thought he was meeting up with his soulmate, he knew very much that this was two gifted people meeting up to try to form a friendship, that much had been made very clear to him from the moment that they had decided to meet up. In some ways, that made him feel a little more relieved. It had been so long since Josh had been on an actual date that he was absolutely sure he would have no idea how to act, and would probably make an absolute fool out of himself. All the same, the prospect of meeting someone new made him feel something close to anxiety.
So get your ass moving and stop dwelling on it, idiot, the thought intruded on his little internal monologue, and Josh shook his head both to rid himself of it and to shake the last of the nerves off of him. This was fine, everything was going to be fine. He straightened his button down before heading out the door and making the quick walk over to the Quarter Cafe.
It was risky, meeting anybody at the cafe that had quickly become his favorite. While the halls of Primrose Academy held a number of luxuries, there were still a few students on campus that liked to make their way out into the Quarter and blow some of their family’s money on… well, anything really. He had run into a few of his students in the Quarter Cafe in the past, which was a weird experience for both of them he was sure. He wasn’t the most formal guy in the world, but he remembered what it was like seeing teachers outside of school, and typically not in the business casual clothes they wore to work, and it was an experience that he had largely felt uncomfortable with. Seeing students outside of the classroom was weird for him, too, and he typically went out of his way to avoid it. That being said, in a place as vibrant and still somehow close knit as the community of people who lived in the French Quarter, run ins were inevitable.
Josh walked up to the Quarter Cafe, and spotted Evan almost immediately. A wide smile broke over his face as he walked up to her, trying his best to govern his thoughts—which were currently swimming in how nervous he was—and stopped in front of her. “Evan?” There was no denying that it was her, there was something striking and distinctive about her face, and he knew that he would never manage to mistake her with another person. “Hi, it’s great to meet you.” He took the seat across from her, settling into the wicker chair. This was one of his favorite places to sit and drink coffee in the summer, when school was out and most of New Orleans was still recovering from the night before. It was just so peaceful, so quiet. Not at all like the places that he had been before. “Have you lived in New Orleans long? Your name looked familiar.”
Evan knew that she made some questionable decisions with her life. She was twenty five, but she was still convinced that some of her decisions had nothing to do with her age, but all from her inability to think about consequences while on tequila. Getting to know people and figuring out who she was as an adult, that was all something she wanted to figure out how to do. She ran her fingers through her hair, enjoying the bright sunshine on her blonde locks. She knew that things were messed up all over. She was fooling around with her boss, but they never seemed to have that conversation about what it was going to be. If they were actually dating, if they were just friends who enjoyed being physical with each other. She knew which one she preferred, but she knew which one was probably more likely knowing her luck with men.
It was like she was cursed since ending up in bed with her brother's best friend. Fooling around with her best friend's brother was just as bad. She honestly just needed to figure out what was happening with Adam and what she felt like she deserved from all of this.
She ordered a coffee for herself to calm her nerves about seeing some random stranger online and held the hot mug in her hands. She felt anxious and she wished that she didn't. She just wanted to figure out who she was supposed to be. What she wanted from a relationship. She liked texting with Joshua, and he was pretty funny, but he seemed like a nice guy. Too nice of a guy for someone as messed up as Evan.
Was it too late to cancel?
Spotting a handsome man with broad shoulders and a sweet smile, she recognized him from the pictures. "Hey Joshua" She sat up straighter, tucking her ankles. He was incredibly handsome and had a kind smile on him. She kept her focus on keeping his thoughts out of her head. She wanted to get to know him a little bit before she went around poking in his brain. "Nice to meet you too. It's a little weird, you actually look better than your photos." She teased with a sip of her coffee. "Hope you don't mind I ordered without you. I have a serious habit to maintain. Too much blood in my coffee system and I might go into shock."
She set the mug down and tucked her hair behind her ear, "Yeah, New Orleans born and raised. My dad and his wife moved a little while ago, but me and my brothers are still in the city." She looked at him, he was damn handsome. What was she doing. "What about you? Where are you from?"
Despite being what some people might call a closet romantic, Josh hadn’t been on a date in so long that honestly? He wasn’t even sure that he remembered how to go on one. Of course, there were the obvious things: make sure you didn’t look like you just rolled out of a mud pit, at least offer to pay for her coffee even if you both ended up going dutch. There were a few things that had carried over from the days that he had dated Ashley, and really those things were mostly common sense. So long as he didn’t offend her or make her feel uncomfortable, he should be fine… right? The problem that he had a feeling that he was going to have was that people tended to mistake his kindness as flirtation, which had landed him in a few sticky situations in the past. Honestly, he just hoped that it didn’t ruin his chance at friendship with Evangeline. She seemed like a nice girl, funny, and someone who had a tendency to get themself into more wild situations than even he had experienced.
It was easy for him to spot her, even without the flash of recognition that he swore he saw in her eyes as he made his way over to her. As she said his full name, Josh smiled, taking a seat across from her. “Please, call me Josh.” He’d never liked how formal someone calling him “Joshua” made him feel, it was like wearing an ill fitted suit that was too long in the arms and too tight around the waist. It was not something that he defaulted to by any means.
“You know, I was going to say the same, but I didn’t want to weird you out.” He chuckled, folding his hands together on the table in front of him, willing the nerves clenching in his stomach to settle down. It was just coffee. They were just friends. She might be a stranger on evOlvd but now they had officially met, so… that had to mean something, right? At her comment about the coffee, though, his crooked grin widened slightly. “Well, that would make one hell of a first impression.” He arched an eyebrow at her, already picturing the look on his face if she did start to go into shock right in front of him. “Seriously though, that’s fine. Saves us the awkward dance of ‘let me pay, no let me pay, no let’s split’ that we’d probably go through later.” He wasn’t sure if they were the right words to say, but his tone was warm and he meant well. Hopefully that would count for something.
A waitress popped up out of nowhere, and he rattled off his coffee order quickly, offering the young woman—who looked vaguely familiar—a smile even as she hurried away to get his order. It was then that he turned his attention back to Evan, focusing in on her words as she rattled off the briefest version of her life story. My dad and his wife, she had said. Not “my mother”, “his wife”, which implied that something had happened to her actual mother. He wasn’t reading into it, not intentionally anyways, but it was something that he tucked away in the back of his mind for later on in whatever friendship they might have. If she even wanted to talk about it, of course. “I was born in the upper east side of Manhattan, came down here for school at the Academy and fell in love with the place. After I got out of the Marines and found out there was a job opening at my old school, I jumped at the chance to move back down here.” Josh’s coffee arrived, and he grinned, thanking the waitress before looking back at the beautiful blonde woman in front of him. “You’re a journalist, right? Do you work at In the NOLA or…?”
Post by Evangeline Charbonneau on Mar 31, 2019 21:02:45 GMT
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A part of her felt weird for agreeing to meet up with Josh when this whatever the fuck it was thing with Adam was happening, but it also wasn't happening. He was infuriating her with his cancelled dates and short text messages. At Thanksgiving he made it seem so clear that he wanted to be with her. He apologized for leaving her over that desk, he apologized for making her feel less than wanted, he said all of the sweetest words she wondered for a second if he was the telepath in the conversation. Now, he was ghosting her and she was seriously considering calling in a favor from her favorite almost two ton eating machine. She looked over Josh, thinking he seemed to be nice enough. He looked like he actually put some effort into dressing himself. She appreciated someone who actually put effort into their appearance. Maybe it was just some left over poking and prodding from her father to always look her best for his public image.
She could only image what her father would think of how she would look during the manic frenzy writing sprees she would get into.
"Josh then." He had a Northern accent, sticking out like a sore thumb with her own Louisiana drawl. When she got real heated, her mother's Acadian roots shone brightly. "Most people call me Evan." She rarely went by Evangeline outside of professional tag lines. It usually made her feel like some heroine in a Civil Maybe she did know that certain people wouldn't speak with her or work with her if they knew they were working with a woman, so she did what she could to do her job. If that was the case then she was could to start considering using her full name again.
"Well thank you Josh." She said, a dusting of a blush on her cheeks. He was very handsome, Adam or not. She could only imagine what the red head had on his mind that was more important, but she was going to try to have fun and make a new friend in the process. She laughed at his comment about her exploding, and took another sip of her coffee to verify that she was not near combusting. She had come close a few times. The few times she got it into her head that she had to start working out with Mallory and her beautiful devil of a best friend showed up at her door at nearly six in the morning. It was the only time she considered slamming the door on her beautiful face. Evan thought that she was going to pass out on the treadmill. She has a scar on her arm from when she did fall on the stair climbing machine, but she blamed her own clumsiness over the lack of coffee for that. "That sounds fair, we can save that fight for the next time we hang out."
He seemed like a decent fellow, and he hadn't done anything cringy or horrible yet. She had a feeling that she wouldn't be eating her words yet. He went to Primrose, meaning he came from money, but he still decided to serve in the Marines when there was a chance that there was some cushy job available for him by birth. She felt a little bit more comfortable, knowing he wasn't some snobby rich guy who just expected to have the world handed to him. "I am, I started interning with In the NOLA shortly after I finished my tutoring-" She brushed her blonde hair behind her ear, grinning at Josh "I just worked really hard and managed to get my own spot in the journalist about a year ago. I've been writing and working my butt off there since." She knew that she needed more of an actual life. Half of the time it was Mallory and Salome dragging her out for the night when all she wanted to do was work on making a piece perfect.
