Angel Grove Net

How do you “come out” if I can call it coming out when it’s not about sexuality, or gender, but another fundamental part of myself that people ought to know? Only a few people, those who couldn’t miss what they saw know just now and some by extension, but not by name. It’s...getting harder to hide, and I’m not ashamed exactly, or worried, but it IS awkward and sort of niche and things...

I'm not dead? I could've sworn I'd died in Chanel #3's arms. I'll remember the lesson. Need to be more careful picking my allies.

All work and no play makes Harry a dull boy.

In other words, whilst reflecting on the previous year over the past few days, and found my reflections to be, not horrible, but rather more bitter than sweet, it has come to my attention that I desperately need to change a bit, specifically, to make new friends this year...

I don't dislike my neighbors or my brothers, but my closest friends are more a kid I watched grow up a bit, the woman who saved me as a child, and my former master during my apprenticeship, which finished here.

My other best friends, including the best lass in London and the most steadfast young man there, are still back home in 1888, and well, with no one to celebrate on the days that are about celebration for my people, and a celebration spent alone, realising what I lack, it's rather clear the only thing to do is step outside and change a little.

As you may have chanced to surmise from what I've written here so far, I'm Harry, from 1888 and part of a certain group that everyone knows about but knows none of the details of. I also like chess, history, dancing, and exploring cities, particularly London. Shopping and window shopping are always enjoyable too.

I may or may not also sport red neckties on many occasions, though I find my sartorial predilections and favourite necktie colours DO vary rather more than that...

Still Don' understand the fuss about 'school.'

You fuckers didn't need those 5 orphanages anyway, right?

This had better be fucking important

There's two weeks of secret admirer notes and flowers and chocolates down the drain and I'm a bit of a fool all around. Turns out the Bossman was right about the lady being very much loyal to the fiance she hasn't seen in three and a half years.

Guess I'll kill myself.

((OOC: Dark internet humor, for the record))

Right, so.

Realising you have feelings for someone who is TECHNICALLY an authority figure to you is interesting, particularly when you're living in the same space as they are.

It's not exactly sane or smart even if they ARE unattached considering the links and...

Well, here's me liking someone else I shouldn't have, endemic to me, I'm afraid.

Anyone here know a place that's not owned by a member of a certain club and where I can be as bad an influence as I want and tell you more? I'm buying.

Alright, mates?

Is it cheating to pretend like I'm new when I've been here for a little while, but was too poorly to make one of these or learn what the internet machines actually DO?

Name's Harry, from Crawley, by way of Whitechapel, and I've been, for the moment, rooming with the boss who happened to be here, and his son, who, all things being honest, is a BIT like the brother I never got to have, and who I'm a bit more conmfortable with than my sisters.

I've met a few of you, owe some a bit of thanks for helping after I arrived here REALLY unceremoniously, and I'm slow to learn the ropes but I'll be learning them, rest assured.

It's good to say hello now that I'm able to sit up and walk and not cough my lungs out and all, I'll say that much.

Since I know people who can set us up, who wants to go for a pint to make new friends then?

((Harry Causey, 19, OC assassin apprentice from my Emmett fanfiction! He's got a history up in his journal if you're interested!-Sar))