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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02.27.19
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Post by Andromeda Hawthorne on Feb 1, 2019 21:51:40 GMT
If there was one thing that Andy treasured above almost anything else, it was her time spent in the studio. Last summer, when she was hospitalized, her doctor had told her that dancing might be dangerous for her, given what she was undergoing, but she hadn’t stopped, instead agreeing to meet with a therapist so that she could keep dancing. She had been meeting with her therapist twice a week since last summer, and while she was sure that the woman had plenty of good intentions, it didn’t really seem like she was helping a whole lot. Most days she still felt self conscious, and every time she looked in the mirror she felt some kind of distortion, she saw the weight that bunched around her hips, that pulled at the skin on her arms. She hated it, hated the way that it made her feel, but nothing that she was doing seemed to be helping. It was enough to make her feel hopeless at times, but she was remaining positive.
At least when she was dancing, she felt beautiful. She felt expressive. When she was moving along to the music, she wasn’t thinking about her weight, but about the way that she moved across the floor. It set off something in her soul, something light and sweet that she felt distanced from most of the time.
Today, however, Andy was cutting her time in the studio a little on the short side. It was still enough to get some practice in, and some barre time since she had been slacking on her technique reinforcement, but she had some plans that she was very adamant about keeping. This morning, she had gotten a text from one of her best friends, and her roommate: Naomi Torres. They made plans together, to go out after she was done in the studio for something that the both of them were craving, despite the chill that clung to the usually balmy Louisiana air. So, after she had finished her daily practice, she changed from her leotard, pointe shoes, and tights and had changed into her leggings, heeled boots, skirt and floral print top that made her feel stunning. The only trick was to not look in the mirror, or feel the fabric that felt like it was straining over her waist. Reaching down, she tugged at the bottom of her shirt, trying to smooth it over the skin of her stomach.
Pulling her long, blonde hair out of the bun and shaking it out so it fell around her face, somehow free of lumps from the past two hours of being up in a tight bun. She looked in the mirror, breaking her cardinal rule the same way she did every single day. Raising her hands, she smoothed some strands out of her face, studying her reflection critically, before slinging her bag over her shoulder and making her way out into the French Quarter. It wasn’t a long walk before she happened on the little diner that most of the locals hung out at. She wasn’t a local, not really considering she had moved here from Chicago just under four years ago, but she had become such a fixture in the place that she was welcomed all the same. A quick scan of the faces of familiar regulars told her that the usual crowd was all here. Including her best friend, Naomi. A bright smile stole across her face as every single doubt and fear that she had put herself through in the last few hours disappeared from memory, and she hurried towards her friend, sliding into the booth across from her, setting her bag to the side of her on the bench. “Thank you so much for suggesting this. I’ve been craving a milkshake for like a week now.”
Naomi Marie Torres| Hope this garbage is okay! Let me know if you need more ♥
Post by Naomi Marie Torres on Mar 27, 2019 2:33:01 GMT
Weekends were the epitome of freedom for the students of Primrose Academy and Naomi Torres was no different than the rest of the plebs when it came to that. That morning, however, she had found herself called into work on a semi-emergency - in the sense that it was a client that refused to have anyone other than her work on their car to figure out what was going on with it. It was frustrating, but when the alternative was having to have a conversation with the boss about why she refused to come in, it was just easier for her go in on a day that she was meant to have off. That morning, she had reluctantly thrown off the covers and pulled out a pair of her less high-end jeans and an old t-shirt with the shop’s logo on it before slipping out of the dorm that she shared with one of her best friends.
The majority of the morning had been spend beneath the body of a Rolls Royce that was as old as her father. The fact that she came from old money herself seemed to be something that certain clients were drawn to, though there were others that didn’t care where she came from and felt that a woman had no place in an auto shop. It was typical caveman thinking - though it wasn’t strictly the men that felt that way. Many women had expressed their old fashioned view and felt that Naomi should have been doing something else with her life. As much of a high-class bitch that she could be, the idea of working in the industries that women would have deemed acceptable was something that made her nauseous. Naomi was an unconventional type of bitch and anyone that couldn’t handle that could go and throw themselves into another atmosphere.
In between fixing the issue that had cropped up on the old car and dealing with clients that wanted to complain about the limited weekend hours, Naomi had been able to send off a text message to Andy, an invitation and silent plea to meet up at their usual spot for milkshakes. Next to pancakes, milkshakes were the ritual that they adhered to whenever the world seemed like it was getting to be too much. There was typically a silent understanding that this was the thing that they needed to do and there was rarely a day when the invitation for milkshakes was turned down as they both understood the implications of such a request. While they certainly got together and had them just because, Nomi found it more common when they were stressed out and needed to vent about the idiocracies of modern society.
As the time grew closer, the brunette slipped out of the overalls that she had tugged on after arriving at the auto shop and stepped into the bathroom to give her arms and face a proper scrub. She couldn’t be going into the diner with grease and oil smudged all over herself. After all, despite the fact that she wasn’t embarrassed about working where she did, there were certain standards that needed to be upheld as far as appearance went. Reaching up, she grabbed the hair tie that held her hair back and tugged it free, letting dark locks fall down around her shoulders and shaking it out so that it might fall back into the place it actually belonged. Expertly, she applied a fresh coat of lipstick and made her way down the street to the diner.
Pushing the door open, the little bell announced her arrival, but she stopped only long enough to flash a smile to the middle-aged waitress that was working before finding her usual seat occupied by someone she hadn’t seen before. ”Beat it.” The look that was given to her was one of annoyance - until the boy realized just who she was. That seemed to be all that was necessary for him to vacate the booth so that she could sit down and await the arrival of her other half. The waiting period was practically nothing as the bell chimed again and a familiar head of blonde came into her line of sight. It wasn’t until Andy scampered over and took the seat across from her that Nomi grinned again. ”Honestly, I was just glad you agreed. It’s not as fun without you,” she said earnestly. ”How did practice go?”
Tags:Andromeda Hawthorne Location: French Quarter Time of Day: February 2019 Notes: <3
If there was one thing that Andy cherished, it was getting to spend time with her friends. During the school year, that especially included Nomi and Lyric, though she was sure that she would be able to sweet talk her parents into a summer visit so that she would be able to see them both. In the beginning, she wasn’t sure how things were going to go with her and Naomi living together, but here they were, how many years later, just as close as they had ever been. Part of that, she had a feeling, was due to the fact that they had very different hobbies and interests, which meant that they could spend time apart from each other and so they didn’t get on each other’s nerves to the point that they wanted to murder one another. However, there were things about their friendship that Andy couldn’t help but question, and even thinking about those questions honestly scared the hell out of her.
She couldn’t have a crush on her best friend. That was so against everything that she knew that she should be doing as a person.
For a long time, Andy had pushed the feelings down and had pushed them away. They had first begun around when Nomi was dating Sebastian Hallewell, and a jealousy that she hadn’t been able to identify at the time had crept into her very bones. It was only once the two of them broke up that Andy realized what it was, and then it wasn’t exactly the right time to swoop in and confess. Instead, she helped her friend through the breakup, and then immediately preoccupied herself with getting rid of the feelings that had decided to butt in where they didn’t fuckin’ belong. Most of the time, she tricked herself into thinking that she had a pretty good handle on them, but there were times, like when she got a text that she hadn’t been expecting, when she felt that annoyingly familiar swooping feeling in her stomach and a smile that she couldn’t help on her lips. Those were the times that she knew that she was in deep if she didn’t manage to let the feelings fade. But she couldn’t tell Nomi about them; she didn’t want to ruin the friendship that they had or make things any kind of uncomfortable, and in her mind, if having to push down those feelings meant that they could still be friends instead of potentially screwing everything up, then she was fine with that.
Of course, that didn’t mean that she was going to turn down an invitation to get a milkshake with one of the people in the entire world who meant the absolute most to her. Was that awful of her? Sure, maybe a little, but she didn’t really care if she was being honest. She deserved fun time, and if she started turning down every invitation to go somewhere with one of her best friends, that was bound to cause more suspicion than Andy was comfortable with.
“As if I’d turn down a chance to hang out with my best friend, you should know me better than that.” She chuckled as she settled down into the familiar, vinyl-covered diner seat. Despite all of her issues with food, this was one of her favorite places to come; everything about it harkened back to the 1950s, right down to the paper hat that the middle-aged man behind the counter was currently wearing, and it was so kitschy and perfect that she would come in here every time she had the chance to. Not that it was all that often. “It went okay,” she started, reaching up tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ears. She was determined to not mention the thoughts and familiar impulses that had begun to creep up on her right before she left. They were there to have fun and to drink a milkshake with one another, there was no need to bring down the mood. “Felt good to get back at the barre again. What about you? How was work?” She tilted her head to the side, a kind smile on her face.
