[ Back home in New York, he's a familiar face. Almost a regular in the tabloid pages, and lately, after the death of his father, he's been making headlines. After all, how many 20 year olds have been put in charge of multibillion dollar corporations with little to no experience? Harry's the only son of the legendary Norman Osborn and heir to Oscorp Industries. Here in Wonderland however, Harry's a nobody. Just some guy stuck in a strange little world. It should make him feel relieved to not have to be in the spotlight, to not have to live up to anyone's expectations anymore -- to finally be able to crawl out of his father's shadow. Except being here hasn't changed anything for him.
There's that feeling of dread weighing down on him as each day passes. There's still that heaviness in his chest. The pain, the anger, the sadness, that loneliness -- none of it ever goes away. Worst of all: he's still dying. Slowly, but surely the disease is eating away at him. He's reminded every day that there's no running away from it. He is his father's son. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Harry's standing at the very edge of the roof, staring at the sunset, feeling the cool wind on his face. He closes his eyes and thinks back to a time when things had been carefree and easy. He's about eight and he's running around in Peter's backyard, playing catch. It's been hours, but he's still full of boundless energy, laughing, screaming. He lets out a bit of a chuckle at the memory. Of course the best memories he has are from over a decade before, back when he was still an innocent kid.
The years after that sucked. It changed him. It changed everything.
Uncapping a bottle of scotch, he takes another swig of the liquor, feeling the burn. He should do the responsible thing and step away from the edge if he's going to get himself drunk again, but what's the worst that can happen? ]
N E T W O R K - A
Tell me something good. [ It's about time Harry focused on something other than his own misery. Maybe he'll even make a friend or two. ]
N E T W O R K - B
If you had just one day left to live, what would you do? Who would you spend it with?
Harry Osborn | The Amazing Spider-Man 2
[ Back home in New York, he's a familiar face. Almost a regular in the tabloid pages, and lately, after the death of his father, he's been making headlines. After all, how many 20 year olds have been put in charge of multibillion dollar corporations with little to no experience? Harry's the only son of the legendary Norman Osborn and heir to Oscorp Industries. Here in Wonderland however, Harry's a nobody. Just some guy stuck in a strange little world. It should make him feel relieved to not have to be in the spotlight, to not have to live up to anyone's expectations anymore -- to finally be able to crawl out of his father's shadow. Except being here hasn't changed anything for him.
There's that feeling of dread weighing down on him as each day passes. There's still that heaviness in his chest. The pain, the anger, the sadness, that loneliness -- none of it ever goes away. Worst of all: he's still dying. Slowly, but surely the disease is eating away at him. He's reminded every day that there's no running away from it. He is his father's son. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Harry's standing at the very edge of the roof, staring at the sunset, feeling the cool wind on his face. He closes his eyes and thinks back to a time when things had been carefree and easy. He's about eight and he's running around in Peter's backyard, playing catch. It's been hours, but he's still full of boundless energy, laughing, screaming. He lets out a bit of a chuckle at the memory. Of course the best memories he has are from over a decade before, back when he was still an innocent kid.
The years after that sucked. It changed him. It changed everything.
Uncapping a bottle of scotch, he takes another swig of the liquor, feeling the burn. He should do the responsible thing and step away from the edge if he's going to get himself drunk again, but what's the worst that can happen? ]
N E T W O R K - A
Tell me something good. [ It's about time Harry focused on something other than his own misery. Maybe he'll even make a friend or two. ]
N E T W O R K - B
If you had just one day left to live, what would you do? Who would you spend it with?
N E T W O R K - C
What do you hate most about Wonderland?
W I L D C A R D
((random scenarios are a win. go for it.))