Owner of a Lonely Heart (Open to Mansion folk)

[dolemeck]

Dolemeck was getting tired. Not just of probation, or the from the stress of physical therapy, or even a stomach that was taking way too long to heal. No. He was getting tired of patiently sitting by his cellphone just hoping and waiting for Ilya to call. It never happened, and he knew it was all over.

He broke his probation curfew to lay on the grass of the mansion grounds, just looking up at the stars above him. Ilya used to tell him that when two people who were meant to be together perished, they became stars in the sky. Dolemeck wanted to believe that so badly, that Ilya had been the one for him, and they would spend eternity together. Fate decided to say otherwise.

Dolemeck still found days where he knocked on his, no, Pete's bedroom door. He and Ilya used to go to class together, and it was a terrible force of habit. Not just that, but a reminder he was not there anymore.

He faintly touched the black eye-patch that covered one of his eyes, wondering what it was he did wrong. Was he too weak? Too silly? Why would he just leave like that? What had he done that was so wrong, that Ilya had to leave like everyone else in his life?

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[dolemeck]

"It still does not make it hurt any less." His hand reached up to grasp the cigarette. He pulled it away from his lips and exhaled the smoke that helped calm him some.

"I bloody cannot wait for probation to be over. As soon as it is, I am hitting the town and living it up for once. No more sulking, no more being shy. I am just going to get out there and have me-self a blast!"

[wild_child]

Rose puffed away some more.

"I'm havin' difficulty picturin' that, English."

[dolemeck]

"Okay, even I admit I am having issues seeing me-self like that as well." He gave a hearty laugh, before taking another drag of his cigarette. "But I want to try. Who knows? Maybe I will like being more outgoing or enjoy going to clubs. I will not know until I try, a phrase that has been sort of pounded into me head since I been here."

He then got up off the ground, without any assistance. Dolemeck stood on his own two feet, and then began making his way back to his wheelchair (which was a good ten feet away). His legs wobbled at times, but he appeared to be doing well using his powers to assist himself in walking.

Once back in his chair, he wheeled himself back over to Rose.

"It takes a lot out of me to do that."

[wild_child]

Mentioning clubs got Rose thinking about Tommy. She hadn't seen or heard from him in forever. They weren't anything serious, on purpose, but she'd genuinely liked him. She supposed his Ghost Rider deal was keeping him on the run.

Ah well. Life, she supposed.

"Yer gettin' better though," she said. "That's important."

[dolemeck]

"Thank you." He had a look on his face that showed he was rather honored by Rose saying that to him.

"Maybe we could go to a club, together. This eye-patch I got may make me look more badass!"

[wild_child]

"Hey, somebody's gotta keep you outta trouble," Rose said.

She laughed a little. "Well, an eyepatch is the world's most perfect disguise."

[dolemeck]

"Dolemeck Night? Nope, never heard of the bloke! I'm Richard Patch Patchington!" He burst out laughing. "Alright, it was lame, but you must admit, it made you smile!"

He then gave out a sigh, crossing one leg over the other, and then putting out what was left of his cigarette out on the sole of his shoe.

"Bloody things never last long enough. Maybe when I am old enough, I will switch over to those new E-cigarettes instead."

[wild_child]

Rose made a face. "I dunno. Don't see those things catchin' on."

[dolemeck]

"Well, I would be willing to give them a go." There was a chuckle at the sight of the face Rose made.

"How have you been doing, Rose? Honestly. Been a bit worried about you since the school got attacked."

[wild_child]

She shrugged. "Doin' all right. Summers an' me got an earful from Professor Red over "recklessness" and "ignorin' orders" and "not protectin' the younger students" after th' fight, but if I ain't in some kind of trouble, I'm not bein' me."

[dolemeck]

"If you did not get into some kind of trouble, I would worry you were a skrull or some sort of shapeshifter." Dolemeck grinned just a tiny bit.

"To be honest, I am glad most of those men are dead. I thought I would never say or feel such a thing, but I do. They wanted to kill us all, a bunch of kids! People like that do not deserve to breathe." His eyes then narrowed a bit.

"I spent too much time trying to figure out how to handle the situation without hurting anyone, and it nearly killed me. I cannot let that happen again. Not to me, not to anyone here."

[wild_child]

"Ya ain't got a killer instinct, English," Rose said, closing her eyes and taking a long drag of her cigarette. "That ain't nothin' ta be ashamed of. Me? I gotta fight against mine darn near every second I'm awake."

[dolemeck]

"You are right about one thing, but not the other." He stated in a rather simple manner.

"I do know that not every human is like the group who rampaged through our school. I just cannot afford to hesitate when it comes to defending those I care about, as well as me-self."

[wild_child]

Rose stubbed her cigarette out, then immediately lit another one.

"Not everybody's meant ta be a fighter," she said. "There's a difference between bein' like me or Summers, and knowin' how ta defend yerself."

[dolemeck]

"Perhaps." Dolemeck used his powers to take Rose's newly lit cigarette from her, take a drag from it, then float it back to her. He could be an imp sometimes.

"Whatever I am, fighter or defender, I will be more vigilant in protecting myself and others."

[wild_child]

Rose's eyes narrowed slightly in a threatening glare, but it subsided just as quickly.

"Figgerin' out who ya are is the' first step," she said. "Then ya work on makin' that happen."