Henry was writing in his log-book. Thinking back on the fashion show, he was confused and scared. Edward had let those "attackers" off without much. Was it because of Fandom's strange and fearful ability to enforce their rules?
Henry didn't know. And he didn't like any of it.

[ooc: Oppen like all those books on his desk.]

Edward finished his costume for superheroing. He'd been working on the scarf, but had been putting off the last part of the costume ( Read more... )

Henry sat on his bed, working on HJ7 forumlae.
He'd been getting much more comfortable with lying to people, lately. This thought did not make him feel very happy at all. True, it would all be worth it once he perfected the HJ7. But until then, it just made him feel rotten.

[ooc: Feel free to bug Henry!]

Henry was finishing up on his homework. He thought he could use some more electronic know how, So he was entertaining the idea of hitting the library to find a computer instruction manual.
That's right. In his spare time, Henry aspired to reading computer manuals.
The boy desperately needed a non-science hobby.

[ooc: All are welcome!]

Henry should have been doing his homework. His heart just wasn't in it, though ( Read more... )

Henry wasn't hiding. What on earth would cause him to hole himself up in his room? Certainly not hormonally-crazed females. It's not like they scared him or anything.
Right.

[ooc: Door's wide open. Just because Henry's hiding, it doesn't mean that someone can't find him!

Edit: NFB, because Henry lacks self-control. :( ]

Henry woke up. For some reason he felt awful this morning. He knew that nothing was really different, things were the same as they'd always been, right? But as Henry got dressed, he couldn't help but sense that today would be a bad day...

[ooc: For AU weekend, Henry Jekyll is playing his The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen self, which basically ( Read more... )

That excercise in Superheroing had scared the heck out of Henry. Again, he was filled with doubt about his ability to keep Edward a secret. He'd had some close shaves, and as far as he knew, that fellow (Six. Right, because he never did give him a name) who caught him talking to himself could already know ( Read more... )

Henry hopped into his bed, log-book in hand.

January 12, 2007 ( Read more... )

Henry's half of the room was a disaster area. To Henry, everything was in its place. Everything exactly where it needed to be, for the time being ( Read more... )