Angel Grove Net

So this place is cool, I guess. Better then the last place.

And way better then my moms basement.

Uh. Xavs?

...any of the others?

The temporary home they assigned me to while they find a foster situation's sorta shitty. Thinking of just filing for emancipation, using some of my background as proof I can hack it. It'd be easy enough to let some money exchange hands and see if that greases some palms, honestly.

...Anybody here have any suggestions for how to handle the finishing school thing since I've been doing workbook stuff while I wait in limbo for a school and district? Recommendations for schools or online programs? Community Colleges I could get into?


...and...does anybody here have any special hobbies or extra curricular stuff or...anything? I like archery and music, myself. Anyone into either who'd want to hang out? Or someone who can teach me cooking? I've always wanted to do it but...chefs and maids and valets, you know? Being maybe normal...probably'll be good for me, the way that fucked survivor challenge my dad sent me on the summer I was fifteen was.

I found the attached information and debit card and everything, but uh...how do you check if anybody else is here? I was just on a date with my girlfriend, so...

Kind of like to get back to Dinah if I could, here, guys. We were going to hit another base tonight and NOT tell her dad since he's a cop and kind of protective...

WHAT just made me share all that?

Uh, I'm Oliver and I'm confused.

I miss slade

Tonight, I managed to actually cut my own food. I wouldn't recommend having me go out in public because some of it still landed half across the table, and I ended up wearing a little of it, but I still kept going anyway, and it worked out pretty well for the most part. Getting the strength adjustments going is actually happening. Archery's better too, and I haven't broken any arrows in about a week, so that's in progress too. I'm starting to feel more...normal I guess. Like I'm a real human being and not...

Well. Not what I am, anyway not like some freak of nature, I guess, anyway? I've had an amazing teacher helping out, though, and I think it's making a real difference. I have some things I probably need to talk about at some point, to kind of fully explain, but the time's been...so not right for it. Eventually though. I mean, given the world we're all in, my little story's probably not THAT strange for somebody to believe, right?

Maybe? Okay, so it's weird, but is anyone here actually normal? Maybe I need to just embrace the being weird for once, though that's been sort of harder. Still, I've got the people who can help me do that now, and THAT's amazing enough, yeah?

This crush thing is so weird, because I WANT to tell him everything about me right away, including the crush part, yeah. Might be easier to get it done and the rejection part over, but somehow, I can't let myself let go just yet. This isn't really healthy even if I like it, huh?

I, uh, think I'm slowly the hang of being back in society. There's a lot to catch up on, but....just being around actual people again is...kind of nice.

I don't..

Slade?

Shado?

I don't know what's going on.

I got iced coffee thrown in my face today. Why, I don't know.

Okay. I got hit on five times tonight at the bar. Drunk guys are easy, apparently. Drunk girls too but I told them I don't play for their team.

My name is Oliver Queen, and I am gay.

Merry Christmas or whatever else people do, I uh. Have a hypothetical for everybody here.

Say you have a friend. A hypothetical friend. Who has a friend who's done something legitimately illegal, by technical definition of the law, and it's the kind of illegal that could get their friend into a lot of trouble and your friend into trouble by way of aiding and abetting them in their technical law breaking.

BUT say the law is totally unfair and wrong at the same time and totally deserved to be broken anyway, because it's not like what they're going to put out as stolen property is actually their property, or didn't used to be their property even if it's totally stolen and totally worth enough cash that it's technically grand larceny?

And say your friend is hiding said item in their place because really nobody who it was taken from is smart enough to look there and they can definitely get away with it? Like...what do you tell them when it comes to stuff like that?

Okay, who's getting an arrow in the face this time?

Sooo. Can you get deported from the Netherlands because you and your friend fell into the canals and you might've broken your jaw and he definitely broke a couple ribs? Even if you handed over your under the legal limit stash and the cops just rolled their eyes?

Cause if you're waiting in the E.R to find that out, it's just a little stressy, y'know?

Hypothetically, if a friend of a friend wanted to know.

What is this place? Where am I? Tommy.... how could that happen.... I miss him so much.....