for once in your life, take a stand with pride

[remmycastille]

doublelife-of-a-dancer​:

Zelena loved a party. Any excuse for any sort of celebration the Banshee loved and she more than took advantage of the fun that this provided. She was often the type to want to be the life of the party, but in that moment she needed a break. Even she needed a moment to breathe as she stood off to the side. An easy smile danced on her face at how much everyone was enjoying thing’s. No one knew the kind of person she could be and it was nice to not have people running around and judging her.  “Hmm?” Zelena replied not hearing what was said for a moment before turning. ‘ For you? Yeah your company would be very much obliged. “

The girl’s response had a relieved smile stretching over Remmy’s face and he grinned at her for a moment before nodding his head. “Thank you,” he told her with a smile. “I appreciate that. I quite like things like this, but it all gets a bit much when you don’t know anybody.” He didn’t mind admitting that he was a stranger in a strange land. Remmy had never been one to be particularly ashamed of admitting when he was less than certain of himself. “I’m Remmy- Remington. But you can call me Remmy, if you’d like. And you are?”

[remmycastille]

guinevere-davignon​:

Guinevere tended to keep to herself even when surrounded by this many people. She merely held a drink in her hand and watched the festival unfold before her without truly taking part in the celebrations, feeling comfortable to remain a spectator. Besides, the majority of the people preferred to keep their distance or they outright avoided her, possibly sensing the wrongness in her. Not the young man that came to stand by her side, though. He had to be a newcomer, she thought as she glanced to the side, gauging him. Astonished. Hesitant. A glance was all it took to know he really was new to all of this. “What gave it away?” she said before raising her glass to her lips.

Remmy felt immediate relief that she wasn’t turning him away. He smiled in response and reached for his own glass. “Lucky guess,” he told her honestly. It wasn’t like he really could lie anymore, even if he wanted to. It was something he still hadn’t gotten used to. Living in the upper class like he had, he had learned that omitting the truth and telling people what they wanted to hear was the key to survival. “I’m Remmy,” he told her, offering a hand. “It’s a pleasure.”

[remmycastille]

alina-hennigar​:

They all repeated those steps, moving towards the center of the circle and then stepping back again. Alina raised her eyebrows and grinned at him, a sort of hint that something exciting would follow. The witch by her side tugged at her hand and in turn she tugged at the stranger’s hand as they all began to dance in a circle, spinning clockwise. “You’re doing great!” the samodiva said merrily. Alina had done this dance in previous festivals for Zora, but truth be told, she never committed all the steps to memory. The next time the festival rolled around she tended to be more excited about the enjoyment of the dance than be too concerned about a flawless execution. Half the time she just followed what the others did but she had a way of moving the confidence of someone who knew what she was doing. They stopped their spinning and Alina was reminded of what was next when the witch to her right let go of her hand and twirled outwards. “Oh, turn. We have to turn” she told the stranger with a chuckle. He probably should have taken a spot next to the witch because she actually knew what she was doing, unlike the young samodiva, who was more wild and carefree with her performance. All the dancers happily hopped and twirled together until the melody died down and they all finished with collective clapping. “That was fun” she said, looking at the young man to see if he’d enjoyed this as much.

The dance was fun. It made it easy to forget the world and the pain that came with the world, as dancing always did. He might have felt out of place with how unsure he was of his knowledge of the steps, but his immediate comfort with the girl beside him made that lessen immediately. He laughed happily and followed her lead to turn, not at all minding being late with the movement. He doubted anyone was really looking or paying attention to him anyways. He laughed softly in agreement as the dance ended, looking at the stranger with a wide grin. “It was,” he agreed, breath a little heavy from the dance. “I could use a drink now.” He looked back at her in a quiet invitation to join him, feeling friendly and definitely companionable. “I’m Remington, by the way. You can call me Remmy.” 

[remmycastille]

Time: July 11, 1920 Date: 11:40 pm Location: Behind the Dance Floor

It was all overwhelming, even to Remmy with his large history of parties and extroversion. But this entire place was new, the idea of being something inhuman was new, and he felt completely out of place here. He had only spent a few weeks in this town, and he was determined to try. He knew that he could find his footing if he simply gave himself the time and spoke to people.

Yet, right now, standing in the crowd, he had no idea where to even begin. Finally, he cleared his throat and moved closer to someone standing a few feet away. “Pardon me,” he said finally, offering a friendly smile. “Don’t suppose you feel like company, do you?”

[remmycastille]

alina-hennigar​:

Alina brightened up when the young man accepted the invitation to join her and the other dancers. “It’s easy, just follow our lead” the samodiva told him with a resolute nod and an easy smile. She held out her hand for him to take and led him to the group of dancers “Take her hand” she instructed, so he would also hold hands with the banshee by his side, thus closing their circle. A new melody played and they all stepped forth to the center of the circle, raising their clasped hands up. She hobbled subtly, as dancing made her limp more evident, but she never minded much. Alina never tried to hide it, and it was the last thing on her mind when she got to do something that kept her smiling nonstop and energized her so much. “We step back now, and then we’ll repeat this” she told him, so he’d be prepared for the next few steps.

Remmy nodded at the stranger, smiling warmly as he glanced to the banshee beside him, taking her hand as well. He had a brief moment of feeling unsure of doing this- because the last time he’d danced was his wedding and that hadn’t exactly ended well. “Okay, easy,” he replied, moving along with the steps as the others did. He noticed her limp, when he had glanced down to check his own feet, but didn’t say anything. Was it common or a cramp? It wasn’t his business, and he didn’t mind either way (he didn’t even know her). “Alright, this isn’t so bad then, is it?”

[remmycastille]

alina-hennigar​:

Date: Sunday, July 11th, 1920

Time: Around 10:00 PM

Location: The back lawn of the Zora Estate

It all looked and felt like something out of another era. The members of the collective came from all places and from various time periods, and somehow, that was palpable in the air. With their oil lamps around, on the open lawn of the estate, playing their festive music, it felt like the people of Zora were inside a timeless bubble that belonged only to them. Alina loved dancing even though she knew she was far from being the most graceful dancer, and without her cane it was hard to keep up with melodies that had a quicker rhythm. But she always danced with a smile on her face, irradiating pure merriment. As the song came to and end the dancing couples broke away from their partners and formed circles, holding hands. “Come on!” the samodiva grinned to some of the people that were just standing there watching. “Come dance with us!” Alina said as she locked eyes on one person and beckoned them to leave their boring spot in the crowd to instead join the celebratory fun.

Remmington had attended plenty of parties through the years. It was the bane of being rich, his old governess had said. Remmy had never minded as much as she seemed to, though. But he was outgoing and adventurous. He loved people and he genuinely liked getting to know them as well. It was part of his trusting nature; he never assumed anyone might want to hurt him.

When he arrived at the birthday celebration, he really didn’t know what to expect though, a background in parties or not. He wandered around for a while without much purpose, finally finding himself in the back of the property. He saw the people dancing and wandered his way through the crowd, a little enamored with the sight. He was struck, not for the first time, with the thought that this place was a community, something he had never truly known. This was, he knew, the place for him to learn how to live. 

When he caught the eyes of a young woman, he hesitated, not quite knowing what to do. He caught his bearings quickly and grinned, easily jogging to her side. “How?” he asked as he came to a halt by her, throwing his easy going grin to her. 

[zorarpg]

“And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.”

– Stephen King, Pet Sematary

NAME: Remmington “Remmy” Castille BIRTHDAY: August 11th 1894 GENDER: Cisgender male SPECIES: Revenant OCCUPATION: Server at The Royal Flush YEAR THEY JOINED ZORA: 1920 FACECLAIM: Joe Keery

HISTORY

Being born with it all isn’t always the start of a charmed life. Often, it simply leads to one being lonely and unprepared. This was the case with Remington Castille, a baby boy born to wealthy parents in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Despite receiving mostly neglect from his parents, Remy was a happy boy growing up. Largely, this had to do with his governess, who would often show him magic tricks. He loved this and was fascinated by magic in general. She was a witch, she told him one day, but he wasn’t to tell a soul. This was an easy task for Remy, who was a good secret keeper and a good liar as well. As he aged, he grew more and more restless for adventure and to learn. His parents had kept him sheltered and even his loyal governess couldn’t teach him everything of the world, especially because some lessons like love and heartbreak have to be learned by experience. By the time he reached adulthood, he was still incredibly naive to most things and overwhelmingly trusting. His governess tried to warn him of this and where misplaced trust could land him multiple times, but he failed to understand. Remy simply couldn’t wrap his head around the idea of people being inherently bad. His parents, while not great to him specifically, never harmed people or did anything against the law.

He still had not learned his lesson by the time he finally fell in love, at age 25, with a woman named Julia. He was enamored and amazed by her and truly believed her when she said that she was with him as well. They were married by the end of the year, despite his governess’s doubts and concerns- he never paid those much mind, figuring that she was simply a pessimist and distrusting. Later, he would have regrets for not taking her words seriously. On their wedding night, his new wife shot him in the heart. She was a black widow, it became clear through time. She had married him for his family’s money and then killed him for it, and she had had no love in her heart for him at all. Thankfully, his governess had been suspicious and had been staying outside their residence, unable to shake the idea that he might be in trouble. She found his body when his widow went to ‘get help’, and performed the ceremony to create a revenant. When Remington Castille opened his eyes once more, nothing felt the same. His governess explained what had happened to him, though he had needed it to be repeated ten minutes later due to his own shock. She gave him his pendant that tied him to life, an old charm she had given him when he was small, and told him he needed to go to Zora, that he would be safe there and he could find help to learn how to adjust to how life was now.

He’s been in Zora for only three weeks, but he feels even more confused than he did before. He not only lost his way of living, his money, his humanity, but he lost his faith in people. Still naive, Remy is desperately trying to both learn and restore his faith in people. He doesn’t understand much of people or even how life works, his sheltered background not having allowed him to learn by doing before.  He doesn’t know where to start, but is determined to learn all the same. Zora is a new place that feels a little overwhelming, but he finds all of the magic to it to be comforting, given his fond memories of his old governess and her magic.

CONNECTIONS

N/A

STATUS

Remmington Castille is taken.