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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Jasper watched the chaos on his floor and knew that Sophie de la Cruz and Mason Charles DuBois were to blame. The two of them sat with the pink haired freak that played with dead things, and cackled wildly. The two of them separately had been enough of a headache, but the apparent tag team they were pulling was enough to give him a migraine. They wanted to pretend that Monroeville's rules were easily disregarded? They wanted to pretend that they ran this place? Jasper called for an orderly to grab the pink haired one. They wanted to make this bed? Their freak would have to lie in it.
Jasper walked towards his office and carefully leafed through the client records. He was going to make this one especially wonderful. He really was so curious about this whole resurrection business and he was going to have a wonderful time playing with it himself. He would make sure that Charlie came in to clean up his mess, it was what she was good at. So long as she kept herself useful, Jasper would put up with having a rabid put bull as a flunky. A scapegoat in case she ever tried to turn on him. Who would believe a former patient of a place like this? Jasper was a downright respectable member of this world. He came from wealth, he came from privilege, and he knew how to manipulate others.
It really was his favorite ability, no matter what.
Though, he was excited about the idea of seeing how far the resurrection ability went. He was always grateful for his gift, and he knew that he was put in his role so he would be able to bring humanity a gift. The gift of a complete breakdown on a supernatural mutant's genome. How to craft it, how to manipulate it, how to weaponize it, how to turn it off. He would do all of it and being the head of Monroeville gave him the perfect cover. He had a hospital full of mouth breathing murderers, freaks, and deviants. No one would ever believe them.
He walked down to the basement, reading about Lilith as he walked. He could hear the orderlies struggling with a feisty one. He would get that out of her. The weak always broke. Maybe seeing some new scars on their pink haired freak would convince Mason and Sophie to leave the milieu alone and stop causing trouble for everyone around them.
Jasper walked into the room as the orderlies strapped her to a table, "Hello." He said with a charming smile as he placed her file on the massive pile he had grown, DE LA CRUZ, DUBOIS, CARTWRIGHT, labeled on the side of the files. Not like it mattered, she wouldn't remember anything that Jasper didn't want her to know.
"Thank you for volunteering to be part of human history."
Post by Lilith Grace Taylor on Jan 3, 2019 1:44:33 GMT
The atmosphere of Monroeville had changed since Lilith had found her circle of friends increasing in size. What had been she and Lucy for so long was no more and it was impossible for her to feel any way other than excited about it. For as long as she had been a patient at the hospital, she had been hoping to find a group of people that she could talk to, people that she would be able to turn to in times of need or difficulty. It wasn’t unusual to have some kind of crisis when you realized that you weren't going to be getting out of this place, but the friends that had presented themselves made it a lot easier to meander through the minefield of feelings. Of course the friendships that she had formed were not the sole reason that things had improved for her. There was something more, something that she didn’t exactly want to admit to herself, yet knew that it was impossible to deny.
The companionship that Lili had found in Sophie de la Cruz and Mason Charles DuBois was something that couldn’t be denied. She loved being around them, love the way that they made her feel. It was impossible to be anything other than happy or content in their presence. They were different than the people that she had typically found herself around. Instead of being more quiet and likely to take whatever it was that came their way, they were resistant. It made Lili herself want to be bolder, but changing her personality so quickly wasn’t something that was feasible; not to mention the fear that she had about doing it. Monroeville was unsettling enough without having to draw attention to herself. She loved being around them, loved everything that they made her feel. Well, mostly. There was more confusion than what she actually wanted to have to deal with, but Lili was muddling through it as best she could.
Or at least she would have been, if she hadn’t found herself strapped to a table. ”What are you doing?! Let go of me!” Her wrists jerked at the bindings that held her in. The orderlies had told her that they just wanted to speak with her about a few things, had insisted that Doctor Blackthorn was going to help her with some of her more recent predicaments. Lilith had believed them, her heart knowing that not everyone in the hospital was terrible. No matter how much Jasper might have filled her with a sense of dread, she had to believe that he wanted to help her. She believed that there was something good about him that was looking out for the best interest of the patients. It was the reason that she had gone willingly with the orderlies into the basement, the reason that she hadn’t put up a fight as they asked her to lay on the table.
There had been no attempt to dissuade them until they moved to strap her down. She hadn’t agreed to that, hadn’t agreed to give up that small modicum of her freedom in case whatever Jasper wanted proved to be too much for her to actually cope with. That was always the perk of being able to have unrestrained movements. When it got to be too much, when something was overwhelming, she had the option to either run or simply close in on herself in order to reduce the effects as much as possible.
The resonating sound of approaching footsteps drew her attention and she craned her neck to look towards the stairs, blue eyes wide until she finally caught sight of the hospital’s director. ”Doctor Blackthorn!” There was a sense of relief as much as there was urgency in her tone. ”Please, let me go. I came here without a fight! I don’t know why they’re doing this,” Lili pleaded, unable to help herself as her eyes welled with unshed tears.
TAGSJasper Alec BlackthornNOTES less on the dialogue, but if you need more let me know <33
Jasper thought that it was noble that the freaks liked to band together. He thought that it was noble that they created these flimsy little relationships that would never happen in the real world. He saw it all the time, the hand holding, the whispering, the strategic cafeteria placements. All of it would come apart and that was obvious. Whatever threesome triangle freak fest that the skinwalker, the tease, and the pink haired freak came up with, it was nothing that would survive outside of these walls. They would see that DuBois was an abomination for what he was, that Lilith was stupid as hell and played with dead things, and Sophie was always meant for a world of Primrose and date rape drugs.
They would want to pretend that they had something special, but there was nothing special about Monroeville and the only thing special about any of them was whatever was in their DNA that made them superhuman. Whatever it was that made them useful to Jasper.
When he walked in and saw her strapped to the table, there was almost a naive innocence about it. As if he was there to let her go and just run her mouth about what was happening there. He was sure that there would come a time where he would allow them all to know what kind of impact they had on humanity. That he would share how valuable even the most delirious and downtrodden could become. He just couldn't afford to risk any of that now. His research was too new and he was going to show the world that there was a market for what they are. He was going to find the highest bidder. When she looked at him with those wide eyes full of fear, he had to admit that he was somewhat into it. It made it more entertaining for him to listen to her scream and cry for help, and the innocence of her screams fueled something deeper and darker inside of him.
When she cried out his name, he was almost tempted to let her go just to catch her and strap her down himself.
This was all to break Sophie and Mason, to force them to reconsider their terror on his hospital. Maybe releasing their idiot with some unexplained bruises and burns might help with that. Jasper thumbed through her file, she was well liked by her doctors, she had been there for a while, she was quiet and usually kept to herself. Clearly just falling in with the wrong crowd. Jasper tossed her dossier to the side and crossed the room to her. "Miss Taylor, one day, you're going to thank me for what I'm going to do to you."
He looked at his wall of devices and tried to think about what he wanted to do to her first. He drew some blood from her, labeling it and placing it with the others. Had to get the logistics out of the way first. Once the blood vial was set aside he returned to the wall and grinned at the idea he had. "Do you know what happens to our abilities when we are under high amounts of stress Miss. Taylor?"
Post by Lilith Grace Taylor on Jan 11, 2019 3:54:21 GMT
It mattered very little to Lilith how much Jasper might have unnerved her. She didn’t care that he was someone who was rarely seen and had this energy about him that didn’t seem to be nearly as pleasant as those that she typically surrounded herself with. The fact of the matter was that she believed, at the core of who she was, that he was there to help them. She wanted to believe that he was going to make them better, to teach them how they could control themselves so that they could function in a life outside of Monroeville. She knew that days in solitary were spent for their own good, to allow them to calm down and recognize the mistakes that they had made and ensure that they didn’t happen again. Lili was someone who saw the best in people, no matter how dark they might have actually been. She ignored the feelings of caution that bubbled up in her gut, the way her mind screamed at her to stop being stupid. She had to believe that Jasper wanted to help them.
So when Lili had set her eyes on him, it was like relief flooded her lungs. He would understand that she had been willing, he would let her go and then they could talk about whatever it was that he wanted. She was here without a fight; though her presence wasn’t voluntary, she hadn’t been forced down into the basement, but rather guided by hands that had a mildly bruising grip - but Lili suspected that it was just to make sure she didn’t change her mind. She wouldn’t have. Lili wanted to get better and if Jasper was the way to make that happen, she had no issues presenting herself to him for some kind of judgment.
But Jasper didn’t free her from the table.
In fact, he barely reacted to her pleas for his aid, didn’t acknowledge the fact that she was straining to reach out to him, begging for him to release her. Perhaps that was the moment that real fear set into her body. Lili tried to tell herself that it was fine, that she needed to stay calm; Jasper wasn’t going to hurt her. But there was that nagging voice in the back of her mind, screaming at her that this wasn’t safe, screaming at her that she needed to find a way out of this situation. A part of her mind wanted to listen, to adhere to the warnings that her subconscious was feeding to her.
At his words, she found herself swallowing, her gaze turning from him to the vial of blood that he drew from her. ”W-what are you going to do to me?” Perhaps it was the first time that she realized that she wasn’t safe with Jasper. He wasn’t going to help, but she still wanted to believe. Her mind was at war with her heart, begging for each side to be heard. ”No, I don’t.” Granted the last time that she had been really stressed was the night before she landed in Monroeville, so that wasn’t saying much.
She was not the first on his table, hell he even dragged corpses off that table. He cleaned it, of course, he was a scientist in these walls. He had heard all sorts of threats and screams and promises. Nothing though was as pathetic and sad as Lilith. Nothing as painfully stupid as her lack of overall survival skills. He debated releasing her from the table just because he was sure that he wasn't going to have to wipe her memory of the event. She was so dumb that she would probably just accept his apology and go back to playing with dead rats in a corner somewhere. His better judgement won out and his dedication to showing Mason and Sophie that they did not run Monroeville, he did, won.
Maybe he would let her keep some memory. Maybe he would tell her all about how this was all because of Sophie and Mason and leave just a trace of the memory. Just enough to plant a seed of doubt and breakup this disgusting group that they were forging together. Let her know deep in the recesses of her mind, that this was because of the people who she cared for.
That no one could keep her safe in Monroeville, not as long as he was in charge of the place. He was going to rule with Charlie by his side and together they were going to show the world just what they were able to do with a hospital full of misfits, freaks, murderers, and losers. "You're rather stupid, aren't you, Lilith? You literally walked down here. I mean, do you not understand how to keep yourself safe? Is this why you're nestled up with a tease and a skinwalker of all people?" He spat out skinwalker like the venom he knew it was. Mason would end up on that table more often and he was going to help Jasper crack the code.
He walked up to her, running the back of her hand over her cheek as he removed the tourniquet to help with drawing her blood. "Well, I am convinced that when we are stressed, our powers surge. They become stronger." He spoke slowly, mixed with his accent and her obvious lack of useable brain cells, he wanted to make sure that she fully grasped what he was saying to her.
"One day, historians will ask you about your role in my experiments and you'll be able to say that you were part of human history. You'll be able to say that your life actually had meaning. This will be after relationships end and after your little fuck group gets bored of you. When you're a used up shell of a person who can no longer pretend that having pink hair and big eyes makes you special." He gripped her face with one hand and smiled at her.
"This might hurt, but remember, I'm giving you meaning."
Then, proceeded to choke her with two hands around her throat.
Blue eyes glanced frantically towards the stack of dossiers that had been tossed on the table, a pile of names that she knew - people that she cared about. Something in her gut told her that she wasn’t the first to be brought down here, that she wasn’t the first to be strapped to this table and instinctively her heart ached as she imagined her friends trapped here, the sounds of their hoarse screams as they begged for someone to help them. Her heart felt like it was falling to pieces within her chest at the thought of any of them down here and being subjected to the darkness that followed. As much as she wanted to believe that this would help, that this was the right thing, her mind began to whisper everything that was wrong with the scenario.
She was strapped down, unable to move. There was a stack of folders that had the names of her friends and yet those friends had never mentioned this place to her. Had they been here or was there just a folder full of their information? They had to have been here, her mind rationalized. She wanted to fight it, to disagree on every level, but she couldn’t deny the things that she had been presented with. Jasper didn’t have a stack of names that belonged to every patient in Monroeville; they were select names, names of people that she held close to her and it made Lilith all the more aware of what was happening around her.
The cuffs around her wrists felt tighter as she pulled on them, attempting to loosen the bindings so that she might be able to slip free. Wild eyes turned back towards Jasper as he called her stupid, pulling up something unbidden from the depths of her mind. She could have dealt with his harshness towards her, but the venom that seeped into his words as he brought up who could have only been Sophie and Mason brought out something in her that wanted to fight. Her struggled against the bindings continued as she glared at him. ”Don’t talk about them like that! You don’t know anything!” Lili’s words contained more hatred than what she thought was possible to muster, especially for someone who had such a vibrant outlook on the life that she found herself living.
As Jasper approached her, Lili’s movements stilled. Even as she sucked in a breath, her chest constricted when he touched her, her body revolting at having him anywhere near her. ”Maybe you should stress yourself out instead,” she hissed, looking at him with all the disgust she could muster. It was more and more obvious that she shouldn’t have come down here, though Lili doubted that she would have been able to fight against the grip of the orderlies who had commanded her presence in the basement - a place that she didn’t even know existed until this point. His hand grabbed her face and she jerked herself from side to side in an attempt to dislodge him the only way that she was able. ”My life has meaning without your help.” It was true that she didn’t know what it was while she was locked away in Monroeville, but she had to believe that there was something greater out there for her - something greater for all of them.
Suddenly Jasper wasn’t holding her face, but there was a pressure on her neck. All to aware of what was happening, she gasped for breath, barely able to draw one in because of the pressure that being applied to her neck. Her hands jerked against the restraints, desperate to claw at the hands of her attacker in an attempt to free herself. Lilith’s mouth fell open in a silent plea, desperate for release, but Jasper’s hands didn’t move from her neck and soon the tingling began, spreading from her neck up into her head, increasing at such a rate that her vision grew blurry. Starved for air, Lili’s eyes fluttered as she attempted to stay conscious, attempted to somehow free herself from this situation, but it only lasted a moment until the unconscious mind took over.
He followed her eyesight to his stack of files. "It's a little bit of a breaking confidentiality but, I'll share with you. It's not like you're going to remember any of this anyway." He picked up a few of the folders, "Let's see who's been on this table. Elijah? Blinded him, watched as his ability grew and shook the whole room. It was marvelous." He tossed Elijah's file back on the side table. His smile broke wider when he saw the remaining names on the files. "Mason DuBois. I electrocuted him over and over. He took your form at one point. It made me smile." He tossed the dossier on the table, "Sophie de la Cruz, she screamed at me in Spanish a lot. My Spanish is pretty rusty, but I think she called me a bastard a lot."
He returned Sophie's file to the pile and turned his attention back to Lilith. She struggled against her bindings, acting like she had some sort of fight in her. Acting like she had anything within her that was worth fighting him, and something that made her think that she could stand up to him. "Did I hurt your feelings? Do you think that they're just waiting for you to return upstairs? Or do you think that maybe they've just humoring you? Making fun of how stupid you are behind your back? I'm sure they are. I'm sure everyone in your life does."
He grinned at her, knowing that his venom words were going to sink into her mind and hopefully cause her enough agony to make her screams that much more exquisite.
His hands around her neck, the attempts for her to scream or plead were caught between his hands and her mouth. There was something right about strangling someone. There was something amazing about looking someone in the eye and waiting for that moment when their survival instincts kicked into overdrive. He could hear the rattling of her kicking feet, he could hear the desperate clawing at the restraints. There would be plenty of time for that. It wasn't like he was going to be over and done with her.
No.
They had a long day ahead of them and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
Right when her eyes went dead and her body limp, he released his hands, quickly taking pictures of the budding bruising around her neck. It was a work of art and would be auctioned to the highest bidder once his research was complete. Jasper began chest compressions, cracking a few of her ribs in the process. He took a course when he got to the states that encouraged chest compressions to the tune of "Another One Bites the Dust" and he always enjoyed that. He breathed into her lungs, knowing that bringing a resurrection queen back from the dead would hopefully give her quite the spike to her ability. And if it didn't on this try, he would just have to get more and more creative.
Post by Lilith Grace Taylor on Mar 3, 2019 0:45:05 GMT
The more that Jasper told her, the more that Lilith found herself trying to struggle against the bindings that held her in place. Her friends had been tortured by this monster and she hadn’t known what was going on. It explained so much, the disappearances, the way that her friends had seemed to tired and returned with yellowed markings that were unexplained. She would have never guessed that something this terrible was happening within the walls of a place that they were sent so that they could help. That was the reason that she was there! Her parents had insisted that when she was better she would be allowed to leave, that freedom could once again be her own. It just had to wait until they could be sure that she wasn’t going to be a danger to herself or anyone else.
But torture wasn’t something that they had been expecting. How could anyone expect such a terrible thing? Her jaw quivered as she fought back a swarm of emotions, ranging from hatred to sorrow as his words warped into her mind, making her question the real reason that Sophie and Mason would want anything to do with her. They were probably laughing behind her back, sneaking away to be together and leave her behind. They probably wanted her out of the picture and had simply said they liked her so that she wouldn’t feel left out. She was a burden, stupid to think that there could ever be a way that the three of them could possibly be happy together. That wasn’t how relationships worked; it wasn’t the natural order of things. It made sense that they would want to be together. She was someone who played with the dead. It was weird, it was creepy. It wasn’t what anyone would want to have around them.
Tears stung at her eyes and even though she fought to keep them back, they slid down her face anyway, disappearing into her hairline. And yet her body grew still, eyes closed in what could have been presumed a peaceful slumber, were not for the obvious marks around her neck and the man that was doing compressions on her chest. The seconds ticked by until Lili’s eyes flew open with a startled gasp, drawing air into starved lungs, noticeably wincing in the process.
”Wh--” Her words broke off, the pain in her throat too much for her to actually make any sort of full sentences. Frightened, yet angry eyes sought out his face and a sneer started to work over her face. ”Fuck you.”
