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TV Killed the Radio Star (Open to Mansion Folk)

He really did not want to, but Dolemeck honestly felt he had no choice but to finally give in and be a part of the reality TV show based on his Father. All he would have to do is act, right? Pretend they were a happy family, that his parents were not addicts, and he was a good son going to a good school in the States. But when the cameras were not filming? It was complete chaos.

The damn thing had not aired, yet. They had only three episodes in full, and needed another nine before the Summer ended. Producers kept trying to tell him to be more "interesting", even trying to set him up with some starlet his age for publicity. He thankfully knew well enough to turn that down, but everything else he did. He performed music for the cameras, ate meals with his folks, then at the end of the day... take a cab back to the mansion.

After the cab dropped him off inside the gates of the mansion, Dolemeck decided to take a bit of a walk before heading inside. It was only dusk, and there was still some light on the grounds to enjoy. Despite it being the Summer, he had on his leather coat, matching pants, and a long sleeved white shirt. If anything, he appeared more ready for winter than anything else.

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"Dolemeck." He took Sean's hand and gave it a firm shake. Something he's learned to do since coming to this country. "I am supposed to be "Dominick", but me Da was wasted when it came time to name me, thus the weird name."

Was he blushing, yeah he was blushing. Everyone had a cooler mutation than he did. His was just so... common.

"We should not probably talk about our abilities in public. It could cause for some issues." He was secretive about being a mutant, still... but also worried that something like the Purifiers could happen, once more.

"Far from the weirdest name I've heard," Sean said with a shrug. "Eh, don't worry about the cashier. She knows me, but I can be hush-hush if it makes ya feel better."

"Please do. I just got out of filming, and really do not want to have to deal with photographers or such over my abilities." He knew he had been followed down the street to the store by a photographer, but was unsure of if they were in the store or not.

"Frankly, I am bloody exhausted... and the caffeine in this drink is not doing much for me." Just as he said that, there was a click, like that of a camera. Ugh... they did follow him in. "I probably should have just headed back to the school."

"Photographers?" Sean caught a glimpse of the shot. "Why is-never mind. Follow me. Susie, mind if we head out back?"

"Go ahead, hon," the cashier said with a wink.

"This way, Sean urged with a hand wave. "We can head out the back and down this winding alley. Takes you out by a coffee shop. SHould be able to lose your admirer there."

"Not an admirer of mine, just someone trying to get glimpses of me for the British post!" He followed Sean, moving as quickly as he could. "They want more information on me Da's new reality TV show, and no one has really since me since my accident... so the press wants to get as many shots of me as possible!"

After a quick run past the coffee shop and into another alley, they finally lost them. He put his back up against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

"This is exactly why I did not want to do this bloody project! How can anyone stand this sort of treatment? No wonder Da is bombed all the time." He muttered, before turning to Sean. "Thank you for your help..."

"Reality tv? Never got into that stuff," Sean admitted.

When they were in the clear, Sean responded. "Sure, no problem. Rose would kick my ass if I didn't lend a student a hand," he said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, well... I am not too fond of it, me-self." He let out a sigh. "But I do not have much of a choice in being part of this show."

He grinned a little at Sean's comment about Rose.

"She would be rather mad if I came back home looking a mess, again. Grab me by the ear, she would!"

That got him laughing.

"Oh lord, I can just picture her yelling about kicking "yer keister"!" Sean laughed, a fond smile on his face.

He started to laugh as well. The image was comical, but adding in that she would kick his "keister", was even better.

"And that slight pouty, yet angry face she gets to boot!" He had a large smile on his own face, now. He patted his coat to find his lighter and pack of cigarettes, mostly out of habit than anything else.

"I may be a glutton for punishment, but I've always found that look to be really endearing."

"If I liked women, it would probably make me week in the knees." After admitting that bit of information, Dolemeck lit up a cigarette and took a few puffs of it to get it going.

"Regardless, I always found Rose to be more adorable than threatening. But do not let her know that. It might hurt her ego."

"I admit, it has made me weak in the knees," Sean confessed, finding himself quickly warming up this guy. "She's one of a kind."

He waves that off. "Don't worry, Rose's ego isn't that hard to damage..granted I still wouldn't say that within earshot of her."

"She is one of a kind, aye." He continued to smile. Already he felt comfortable around Sean. He took a long drag of his cigarette before speaking, again.

"If I said that within earshot of Rose, she would have me hide!" He continued to chuckle. "Right now, I do not think she is interested in any relationships, though. She just got through a tough break up from what me ear heard."

"Remind me to tell you the story of the time she chased after me for six hours." The levity left Sean's tone when he heard what Dolemeck said. "Say what?" Rose hadn't said anything about that.

"it was some rumor going about the mansion..." He waved his hand. "You know, younger kids speculating about older kids. I doubt there is merit to it."

A mansion full of teenagers was bond to have rumors like this, after-all.

"Regardless, try and step carefully. None of us want to see Rose with a broken heart, and her partner with broken legs. Especially nice ones like yours."

Was he flirting... crap he was flirting. Perhaps he was too relaxed. Dolemeck quickly shut his pie hole and went back to finishing off his cigarette.

"Ah, yeah I remember those days." He'd still have to ask Rose later.

He raised an eyebrow at that, but said nothing for the moment. "I grew up with Rose. At this point I've got a good grasp what I can and can't get away with."

"I envy you, having a childhood friend you can trust." He smiled at Sean. "Just never take'er for granted... or for a burger after ten. She will break your wallet if you do that."

He chuckled again, before finally putting his cigarette out on one of his leg braces.

"Ha! Ain't that the truth!" Sean laughed hard at that. it was very true. Rose was tiny, but with the appetite of a horse.

"Ahh... Me thinks this is the start of a nice friendship of sorts." He gave Sean a gentle jab to the shoulder. "We joke about Rose, escape the paparazzi... this is a grand day! Hell, I have not laughed this hard in weeks!"

"Heh, careful. After awhile you'll probably find me obnoxious," Sean playfully warned.

"Well, you have no clue about me family, so you have no need to want anything from me. And you are funny! Two marks in me book for a good friend!" He smiled in a cheeky manner.

"Plus, we can bust Rose's chops together! How is that not a good time?"

"Depends on if she's in the mood for a friendly ass-kicking," Sean replied. The other guy's enthusiasm was pretty overblown. He must really have a lot he'd rather not think about. "So what were you up to before the press butted in?"

"Just trying to relax and piss away some time." Dolemeck ran a single hand through his own black hair. "Just finished filming an episode for me Da's new reality TV show. The damn thing will have a preview episode this week, and no doubt the British and American rags will want more information about me."

After toying with his hair some, Dolemeck put his soda down, and then placed his hands in his pockets.

"In me next life, I think I would want normal parents."

Sean didn't know quite how to respond to that.

"My folks are pretty abnormal, but I wouldn't have them any other way. Normal's a pretty subjective word," he admits with a shrug,

"Normal, as in not addicted to drugs or fame." He shrugged his own shoulders. "You know, regular people... not famous, not rich, not addicts. Just everyday blokes."

Right now, he wanted another cigarette, but refrained from doing so.

"Mum I think is sober, Da... I know he is not. Regardless, I believe he holds the purse strings, so I have to be the puppet for a tad bit longer on this show... and then things will go back to normal."

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