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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He plastered signs of the dog that he hit and no one seemed to know anything about her. There was no collar, no chip in her, the vets offered to find her a place in a shelter, but here he was. Waiting for the dog to be released and about to take on a sixty five pound responsibility as soon as she was ready to be released from their care. He looked around at the office, noting small supplies that they recommended for purchase. How much really went into caring for a dog? Didn't they just need something to eat and drink, walks, and belly rubs? He picked out a two nice looking bowl, a leash, and a toy that looked like a braided rope.
That was enough right?
He sat back down in the waiting room and waited for the door to open with the dog. He knew that he would also have to name said dog, as soon as they brought her back out. He racked his brain, trying to think of good dog names. German Shepards always had tough sounding names. Names like Sargent, Axel, and Bones. He couldn't imagine such a sweet dog that curled up with him as he drove so recklessly to get her to the vet being named something like Killer or Dogmeat.
She was too sweet for something like that and he couldn't wait to give her a good home and start to try to make up for the unfortunate way it began. He jostled his legs in his seat, waiting for someone to return the dog to him and let him know that she was okay.
Post by Anaïca Victoire Toussaint on Mar 4, 2019 1:21:10 GMT
When Anaïca had come to work, she hadn’t expected to have such a busy day on her hands. That seemed to be the way of things in the medical field, though. At least once a week there was something unexpected and terrible that happened, something that required the veterinarians on staff to pool all of their resources and work together to make sure they did everything that they could to save the animals in question. Many of them were brought in as strays, ones that had been dropped off at one of the local humane societies and required a check over to ensure that they were healthy enough to be adopted out and be in close proximity to dogs that had already been health tested.
In other instances, an injured dog was brought straight to them. Anaïca was someone who believed that every animal deserved to be able to get the necessary treatment, regardless of a person’s ability to be able to pay. She offered many people a discount in order to ensure their animal was cared for and, in some instances, she footed the bill from her own pocket. Those were often extreme cases and didn’t happen often, but they were still noteworthy. Emergencies happened and when someone just brought twins into the world and lost their house to a fire, Anaïca wasn’t going to expect them to be able to foot the bill then and there. The clinic had always operated on trust and that was what she was hoping to continue to do going forward.
So when they had received the dog that had been hit - by a police detective, nonetheless - they had done all they could to ensure that the sweet girl would survive. It had been a grueling procedure, setting bones that were broken and stopping internal bleeding. It had been a couple of days since the dog was brought in, Anaïca refusing to release her until they knew for sure that she would be able to pull through the procedures that they had been forced to do to save her life.
Opening the door that separated the back offices and operating rooms from the waiting room, Anaïca looked around and spotted someone who looked about as anxious as she might have felt while attempting life-saving surgery. ”Detective Gallagher?” When he acknowledged her, she smiled and held out her hand for his. ”Anaïca Toussaint. If you’d come back with me please, we have a few things to go over.” Motioning with her head for him to follow her, she guided him to one of the personal waiting rooms that they used for consultations and basic examinations.
He knew that by all reasons, he didn't have to take the dog in. He could have turned the dog into the vet, paid the medical bill and called it a day. He just couldn't walk away from the sweet dog that rested her head on his lap while he drove like a maniac through New Orleans to get her the help that she needed. He couldn't walk away from those sweet eyes and he never had a dog before, but he was about to get a crash course with a German Shepherd that he had been referring to as Gumbo in his head. A step up from Baby Girl when he first hit her and brought her to the vet.
Having a dog when he was a kid was just not an option. He and Cam would try to bring home all of the strays of the trailer park, but their parents would always say no. Malcolm thought they were heartless at the time, but as an adult he realized it was because they were dirt poor and another being in the house meant another mouth to feed. No matter how much he was convinced his father would have loved a dog for the boys to play with. Their mother hated to deny her sons anything, and he could always see the pain in her eyes when he would present every sickly kitten or battered puppy, hell there was even a frog or two in there, and she would have to say no.
The door opened and Malcolm was impressed by how beautiful the vet was. He stood up when she asked for Detective Gallagher and he anxiously toyed with the braided rope toy that he picked out for Gumbo, "That's me. Just Malcolm is fine. Is she doing okay?" He asked, shaking her hand.
He followed behind her, hoping that Gumbo was doing okay. He really wanted to give her a nice home, and the thought that she could belong to some sweet little girl or some young couple did cross his mind. He put up flyers, he fielded a few phone calls from people, but no one seemed to be missing that exact dog. He knew that it was bad, but a part of him was hoping that she wasn't tagged or anything and he could just give her a good home. He knew it was possible to just find his own dog at the pound, but none of them were Gumbo.
"I feel like I need to go on record that it was an accident. I wasn't texting or anything like that, she just ran out in front of my car."
Post by Anaïca Victoire Toussaint on Mar 29, 2019 0:39:04 GMT
Anaïca knew from a young age that her passion for animals was going to lead to great things. She had always been a compassionate person, the type that was willing to hand her umbrella to someone that looked like they needed it more than she did. She was the person that held said umbrella out over an animal so that they didn’t have to get wet while she instead got soaked by the pouring rain. Her mother had always called her a bleeding heart, had told her that if she stuck to what she knew, she would be able to make a great life for herself. Annie hadn’t known what it meant back then, but in New Orleans, she had found her purpose. She realized that helping animals and helping people with their animals was the thing that she was destined for. It was the thing that gave her an immeasurable amount of joy.
Now she owned her own vet clinic. She was doing the thing that she loved to do and she was getting paid for it. How life had worked out in such a way to let her do this was still beyond her comprehension, but Anaïca was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was the reason that she saw any animal that came through her doors, regardless of an owner’s ability to pay for whatever procedure was necessary. Most people didn’t take advantage of her kindness and those that did were made note of. While she would never let an animal suffer because of the financial status of their person, it certainly let her know who was better to do business with and who was best to be avoided.
As the detective requested to be called Malcolm, Annie smiled warmly in his direction, noting the nerves that seemed to practically be radiating from him. ”You can relax,” she said, not giving any further information just yet. Flipping the light on to the basic exam room, she stepped aside for him and closed the door after he entered. ”Please, have a seat.” Anaïca gestured to the chairs before taking her own seat on a small rolling stool. Pulling the file over, she flipped it open and started to move through some of the necessary paperwork.
”Duly noted, Dete--- Malcolm.” Turning her gaze from the paper back to his face and straightened herself up slightly. ”She’s really quite lucky. There didn’t appear to be any serious damage to the skull or spinal column. However, she did sustain a couple of cracked ribs and a broken femur. Surgery to repair them was successful, but she’ll be tender for a while. We’re going to have to keep her overnight for observation at least for tonight, possibly longer if progress isn’t where I would like it to be.” Her gaze stayed steady on his face as she relayed the information. ”Do you have any questions?”
