TV Killed the Radio Star (Open to Mansion Folk)

[dolemeck]

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.

Comments

Re: Dolemeck's Bedroom

[dark_scion]

"You should sleep," Fred objected. "Even if you did not you don't seem disposed to extended conversation."

Re: Dolemeck's Bedroom

[dolemeck]

"Please... jus' stay. Dun' leave me like everyone else." He truly was out of it to say that to Fred, of all people. Some pain medications caused depression as a side effect, or allowed people to easily say things they would not normally say. Dolemeck hit the lottery and suffered both side effects, other than being loopy.

Re: Dolemeck's Bedroom

[dark_scion]

"That's absurd. You have many friends here." Fred then caught signs of the symptoms. "Perhaps I should fetch a doctor."

Re: Dolemeck's Bedroom

[dolemeck]

"I dun need a bloody doctor!" He fussed, but that did not stop the honesty, or him from throwing his leather coat on a chair. "And 'ow do I know they are really me friends? Wot if they are like everyone else... they just want something, and once it's gotten, they take off? That's wot they did back home."

Re: Dolemeck's Bedroom

[dark_scion]

Well, that was certainly more than he was expecting.

"I cannot answer that. I know little about them, or those you've known before. I only have my instincts on which to judge."

Re: Dolemeck's Bedroom

[dolemeck]

"Aye... and they are usually spot on..." He said before falling back into his bed, now truly asleep. Chances are he will not remember this conversation, something Fred might be thankful for.

Re: Dolemeck's Bedroom

[dark_scion]

Fred sighed once again. He really hadn't intended on making friends during this gamble, but it looked like it was happening whether he was comfortable with it or not. He decided that perhaps a couple Tylenol were called for, as he exited the room.