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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Post by Joshua Eliot Holmes on Jan 12, 2019 0:52:57 GMT
There were times when Josh questioned his sanity; times when he didn’t know if he was making the right (or best) decision for himself because he was constantly putting himself in high-stress environments with little to no chance of relief or relaxation. Those times included: the first time that he asked out his now-ex fiance, when he had asked her to marry him, literally his entire experience overseas, starting at Primrose Academy, and… this. In his planner, it was listed as a tutoring session with one of his students, Nova Pennbrooke. In his mind, however, it was known as a full hour of pure discomfort and muddled teaching, because he did not have any idea to handle the remarks, teasing comments, and generalized snark that she threw his way. He had learned a lot of things in his years of teaching at Primrose, but there was one thing that he still hadn’t managed to tackle, and that was when students developed a crush on him. It was something that he had never really figured would happen to him, but it had at least once in the past, and he was still floundering on how to handle it.
Sighing, Josh set his planner to the side. Regardless of whether or not he disliked working with Nova one on one, he had committed to helping her, and at this point he felt that he had no other option than to continue their sessions. Besides, he really wanted to avoid potential parental complaints, and he really didn’t want to get the headmistress involved. She was his boss, yes, but she also kind of terrified him. Not that that was something he would admit to most people.
With another sigh, he reached into the desk drawer next to his chair and pulled out the textbook that he was using for her age group. Nova would be here any minute, and he was already dreading it. He opened the book to the first page of the chapter, determined that they would actually get some work done, studying the Vietnam War, and specifically the United States involvement in it. Of course, knowing Nova, they would not get half of what he wanted to get done actually completed, because he was convinced that she liked to make his life complete hell. There was a knock at the door, and Josh looked up, his heart rate jumping at the sudden intrusion breaking through what had been relative silence. “Come in.” The door opened, and he saw none other than Nova Pennbrooke walk through his door. Right on time, as always. “Miss Pennbrooke, please take a seat.”
Josh snuck another peak at his planner, noting that he didn’t actually have anything that he would have to run off to later, which meant that he had no excuse to end the session tonight early. It wasn’t that Nova was a bad person, or a bad student. In fact, she was incredibly bright when she applied herself, but when it came to his class, there were times when he was sure that she wasn’t paying attention. In fact, he knew she wasn’t; her homework and test grades had reflected that. This was the reason for the extra lessons, though he wasn’t actually sure that they helped. “Since we’ve been talking about the Vietnam War in class this week, I figured that’s where we should start. Unless you have any questions on something we’ve been working on before then?” His voice flicked upwards, offering her a chance to speak and tell her what she thought she needed to work on. It was a routine practice, because he wanted all of his students to do their best, and he wanted to make sure that he was addressing each student’s needs.
Post by Nova Rose Pennbrook on Feb 10, 2019 22:59:37 GMT
Nova Pennbrook was not a bad student. As a matter of fact, the majority of her grades reflected a remarkable intellect and ability to retain information as it was presented to her in a classroom setting, or even when she was meant to be doing reading outside of the space. The more that she enjoyed a subject, the easier it was for her to absorb the knowledge, but the less interesting that she found it, the more difficult it became. That was the reason that she was having so much trouble with her history class. She didn’t care about what had happened hundreds of years ago; she cared about what was happening now. The past wasn’t something that directly affected her, not the way that it might have if she was doing literally anything else with her life. Who fought who in various wars wasn’t information that she found to be pertinent. When was this information that she was going to need to use? Certainly not in her everyday life. Nova wasn’t entirely sure where she was going as far as life after Primrose, but she knew it wasn’t going to talk about some dead guys who thought being unprepared was going to work to their benefit.
It was this disinterest that had caused an option to be put forth to her - she could fail the class and end up having it look terrible as she continued her schooling, or she could step up and look at getting a little bit of extra tutoring from the very person that taught the subject in question. The decision hadn’t been a quick one, but ultimately the deciding factor had come down to the teacher himself. Joshua Holmes was an attractive man and anyone would have had to be blind not to see that. Nova was under no impressions that he was the type to break rules, but she did enjoy the fact that there were things she could say that could make him uncomfortable at the drop of a hat. It had quickly become a game for her, seeing how many times she could make him clam up, make him flustered, make him tell her that such words weren't appropriate. Despite her less than average grades in his class, Nova was a good student. She was attentive and asked questions, though some of them were often rhetorical.
Her tutelage had become a semi-regular thing as she worked on improving her grade in his class - and there had been improvement, however small it might have been. It was easier to focus in a one on one setting than it was in a class of people who were undoubtedly doing better than Nova could ever hope to do. Not to mention she enjoyed the extra attention from the handsome teacher, but that was something that only the rumor mill was able to get ahold of. She wasn’t the type to talk about what happened when no one else was around - not that anything ever did. In spite of her own comments, Nova wasn’t the type of person to go after older men. She enjoyed the game far more than the idea of anything else.
As she arrived at the open door, Nova knocked just loud enough to draw her teacher’s attention and then found herself walking in, casting a glance at the clock to note her own promptness to their meeting. ”Mr. Holmes, thank you for taking the time to see me,” she said, her tone more polite than it might have been if it were directed to anyone else. Setting her bookbag down, she took a seat at the desk and pulled out her textbook, placing it on the surface. ”No, no questions. Outside of why the United States feels the need to butt it's government into everything.” Maybe it was the Russian in her, but that was something that drove her insane.
Post by Joshua Eliot Holmes on Feb 19, 2019 4:26:28 GMT
If there was one thing that Josh didn’t think, it was that Nova Pennbrooke was unintelligent. He knew that gauging the intelligence off of siblings was a risky game at best, but he also knew that Lyric and Nova were incredibly similar, and to be quite honest, he saw that same intelligent spark in their eyes. No, the problem that he felt Nova had with his class was that she got bored easily, and she didn’t have a passion for history that kept her enthralled the way that it did with some, but not most, of his other students. He tried to keep them interested with things like memes, but apparently that didn’t work on everybody judging by the eyerolls that he got every time he put a history meme up on the screen. He thought he was hilarious, but he was also pretty sure that if you asked most of his students what they thought, they would be far from impressed at his attempts at connecting with them. Though some of them did seem to like the weird facts that he fed them stuck with them. Sometimes. Hopefully.
There was a knock at his door, and Josh glanced up, a kind smile already on his face. He knew that there were some teachers who liked intimidating their students, or who enjoyed the sense of authority that they got over their students. He had never been like that. To be honest, he was the kind of person who wanted his students to feel like they could come to him for anything, and while that came with its own set of downfalls, he liked to think that he was somewhat successful at that. However, there were times when he wondered whether or not he was a little too successful. More than once he had found the stray note dropped in the hallway with some kind of remark talking about how attractive he was. The worst part of it all? He didn’t know how the hell to react to any of it.
Of every hormonal teenager that Josh taught, however, Nova was the worst. She was the one who always had a comeback for him, and put him in situations where he was both uncomfortable and speechless, because he had never had a student quite this persistent. Make no mistake though, she was still his student, and he was more than twice her age. There was nothing there on his end except for embarrassment and confusion about how to handle the situation. “Of course Miss Pennbrooke. My door is always open to any of my students, including you.” He appreciated the polite and almost formal tone of her voice, maybe this session wouldn’t be as hellish as he had built it up to be in his head. Maybe.
Josh couldn’t help but laugh at his student’s next words. “Other than a pathological need to stroke our nation’s ego?” It was the kind of joke that most people wouldn’t even believe came from him, considering he had been in the military, and the Marine Corps to boot, but it was his honest opinion. He was grateful for the experience that the military had given him, but there was certainly a part of him that was upset that he had been pushed into a country where their presence wasn’t even really necessary. He had seen a good many people die, he had almost died, and it was all for nothing. “If you figure out the true answer, you may not need my class anymore.” It was a complicated question, after all, and not one that he had a complete answer to. After all, people had debated it for a number of years, and he was sure that a question like that required much more than a history degree to answer. “Since you don’t have any questions, I guess we can just get started.” He turned, opening his textbook and his lecture notes, as well as a small sheet of things that Nova would need to know in order to be successful in his class.
Not every student in his class had a “list” of things that they would need to know; just the kids that he worked with one on one. Even then, there was a lot of overlap since they all got the same test when he decided to give one out. However, as he got to know each and every student, he had a better idea of what they could pick up on outside of this classroom, and what they would need help focusing on during their sessions with him. He looked back up at his student. “Do you remember why the Vietnam War started?”
Post by Nova Rose Pennbrook on Mar 28, 2019 18:57:05 GMT
History was a dull subject. Why people would want to spend their time to teach others about it was beyond her, but it something that was going to be forced upon her regardless. The fact that she had been doing as poorly as she had in the class was something that didn’t sit well with her. It was that reason that she had taken the opportunity for a little extra tutoring in the first place. She could have sought out another student, but that wasn’t going to be something that was beneficial to her in the long run. It was something that would be a mark against the reputation that she had created for herself. It was easier for people to think that she was doing this to simply get some extra time with Mr. Hottie than because it was something that she actually needed. They didn’t need to know just how terrible her grade had been in this class before these extra sessions had started.
As far as she was concerned, it wasn’t the teaching methods that were being used, but rather her sheer lack of interest in the subject. There wasn’t a way to make the past sound interesting - or if there was, it had yet to be discovered by anyone that was actually trying to execute it. Unfortunately, that left students like her in a little bit of a predicament as they attempted to sort out their shit and get the extra help that would allow them to pass their classes without fear of persecution from other students. Nova wouldn’t have necessarily cared, but there was a risk that it would mess with her social standing and that wasn’t something that she was willing to just throw away.
Crossing one leg over the other, the teenager gave a soft hmph in response. It wasn’t that the joke was terrible, but she knew that there had to have been a truth about it. There was a part of Nova that firmly believed the world would be better off if all of the countries in the world minded their own business, particularly when it came to conflict or political issues. ”Well then, let’s hope that I never figure out the true answer~” The words were accompanied by a flirty smile, the one that she knew made him uncomfortable. This was just the added perk of doing terribly in his class. The extra time allowed her for to amp up the typical level that might have been displayed in the classroom with other students and see just how flustered Mr. Holmes could get.
As they turned their attention to the text, Nova tapped her pen on the book a couple of times as she sifted through the various memories that she had for the class. Conflict. Muscles. The United States imposing itself somewhere. ”Because of communism,” she stated. Already, she knew that he would want her to elaborate on such a broad statement. ”North Vietnam wanted to spread communism and the South didn’t want that. And…. the States were afraid of the spread, so they inserted themselves into someone else’s business, as usual.”
Tags:Joshua Eliot Holmes Location: Primrose Academy Notes: Sorry this is so late alksfjas
