User:RemipunX
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 Her theatre mask gone, Remi was forced to face the world in a way she'd never done before. In the chaos of the hospital falling, she had once again lost Fishel. It was more then the girl could bare. Falling under the waves of undead, she stayed down, the will to live drained from her. The needle stick that revived her wasn't welcomed, and when she stood, anger and confusion at the lose of her friend pushed her forward. Reentering the hospital where she'd last seen him, Remi started healing and cading, keeping her head down and her eyes moving over the wounded. She had no idea how long she'd been in that cemetery, but she kept hope that he'd come back, just to see if she was there...
"Remi's the kind of person you don't see anymore...the kind of person that makes you know what you're fighting for. Let's leave it at that." ~Fishel "Remi is a sweet girl, the kind you instinctively mother. She can seem naive, but ultimately she is a survivor, and I am proud of her." ~ZutonRemi O'Casiday was the sweet girl all boys dream of. Big eyes, soft curves, innocent to the core. She just wanted to find her brother and get out of the hell the city they'd grown up in had become. Instead she was drawn into the ranks of the survivor group that had saved Doran. The Fortress looked like a chance at something Remi had almost lost... hope. But like most everything in Malton, the hope crumbled. Her heart was trampled by a boy, her trust cracked by leaders who wouldn't hear her small voice. When the two that were closest to her left, Remi could do nothing but follow. Doran could lead her to the ends of the world and she would go. And Fishel was her protector, the one who made her feel alive and safe no matter what. It hurt her to leave Ava and Zuton behind, but her heart, mending from its bruises, said to follow Fishel. So she did. One thing a girl learns is that men have weird thoughts on keeping them safe. Fishel's way of protecting Remi became staying away from her. She wandered on her own, till meeting a very well spoken, elegant man in a mask. After sitting and sharing a cup of tea, RX was born. And what have you done tonight? Well, I've cut the throat of a man who would rape me, and put a bullet in the woman who made him think it was okay... hows that for surviving? ~RX Under the name RX, Remi spent a short time in The Philosophe Knights. She loved the Knights. They were everything and idealistic teenager could want in a group. Well read, charming, and made her feel welcome. She was taught how to kill the rapist and murders of Malton, the humans who did more damage then any horde. RX took pride in her work, relentlessly stalking those that would do survivors harm. She wore her half theatre mask with pride. There was pain in her new home, most of which that came from her former allies in the Fortress. No survivor wants to be labeled a PKer, least of all by those that were once called friends. But it didn't change RX, or her path. She became a force of one, traveling with just her dog in the wastelands of Malton. If there was a mall serge she was there, taking out the humans that were damaging the others. She was in the churches, willing to fight and bleed for the books she held as sacred as any life. It was a lonely life, but it suited the despair that took over most residents of Malton. RX held little regard for most of the "women" of Malton who felt the need to flaunt their bodies for attention or gratification. Worse then an ignorant man was a woman pathetic enough to whore herself out to one. Becoming educator of the trampy, RX knew most of her efforts would go to waste, but couldn't help but at least try. She knew there were good, amazing men in their hell, and the sluts made RX ashamed to have to claim them as humans. RX couldn't stomach the idea of one of these women being anywhere near her brother, or him... It was in a church that RX found him again. He was wounded, thinner then she'd ever seen him. The last time they'd spoke there was pain, yelling, and the girl that used to be Remi was sure she'd lost her friend forever. But in the church, Fishel reminded her... "You look like a perfect fit, for a girl in need of a tourniquet...but can you save me..." ~Fishel It seemed like such an easy thing to put on the theatre mask, but Remi was loath to let it go. Being RX gave her a freedom she'd never had before. She felt stronger, more able to care for herself. As a teenager, filled with self doubt and thrust into a war zone, being able to make her own decisions had made her feel like she could actually make it on her own. Even though she was part of a group, dependent on their needles, she was her own fighter. But the look in Fishel's eyes every time they landed on the white porcelain made her chest hurt. She never wanted to disappoint him, and even if he understood why she was with them, it bothered him. When they both found refuge in the same church, the need for the mask started to let go of her. She kept it still, but didn't cover her face with it, instead letting it hang behind her, tied round her neck by a black satin ribbon. Leaving the church Remi and Fishel again parted ways, for the time being. Keeping her mask she wandered, died, and wandered more. She watched humans do as much damage as any zed, if not worse. She helped at the hospital when she could, bandaging the wounded, curing infections. Then the horde came... Remi never did well in sieges. She always wanted to panic and flee. But as the horde threw itself against the mall she'd come to think of as home a familiar face arrived. Fishel thrived in situations like the one crashing down in the mall and hospital. He helped keep Remi focused and able to help the most people possible. It was during the final days of the siege that Remi took of her theatre mask. She gave it to a young wounded boy, explaining to him that it brought her strength when she had none left. She fought on against the horde, ending the siege in a graveyard waiting for yet another needle...
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