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Kris Brobonx

"Go ahead, add your thoughts to the already brainwashed universe. See who cares."

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a character in “Dirty Rich Kids”, as played by Gentletouchxox


Kristine Alexandra Brobonx


Who Are You?
Kris, Nick's crush and best friend. Doesn't know if she feels the same way back. Her brother is the kid that Nick is trying to protect from revenge of one of the toughest gangs in Manhattan.


Kris is the kind of girl that most wish to meet, but don't get the chance to. She's calm, collected, laid back. The girl who will sit in a dinner on 82nd street for hours, wearing her ray ban glasses, smoking a cigarette, and writing on something. She keeps to herself mostly, but once you get her to open up, she's a cool chick. She's tough, funny, sweet. Thoughtful. The kind of girl that might grab a few stares. She's not flaunting, no, she just does what she does. Wears whatever is closest to her and makes it look good. Loves music more than life.

(typing this directly from chapter one of the book, from Nick's POV, when he first sees Kris.)

I saw Kris for the first time about a year ago. She was sitting at the counter of the Three Brothers diner on 82nd, a Lucky Strike dangling from her mouth, writing on a paper napkin. Her long black hair rested on her shoulders, and her light blue eyes filled the room. She had this wonderful rhythm where she'd write a sentence, take a long drag, and exhale while she read it over. Every few minutes she would grin and begin writing urgently. Then there were periods when she wouldn't move at all. I spent nearly an hour at the diner trying to figure out a good opening line. Normally when I meet a girl, she's with a group of people, girlfriends on either side dressed in the same fashion, just in different shades. They need each other, and they're never by themselves. But Kris sat alone on that diner stool and made every stranger around her look like extras. I wanted to be able to slide up next to her, but I didn't have the courage to make that kind of move. I walked smoothly up to the counter and sat two stools away. Signaling to the waiter for a a cup of coffee, I fumbled in my pocket for a cigarette and pretended to search for a lighter. With as much charm as I could muster, I asked if I could borrow hers. Kris didn't even look up. Instead she just slid her lighter across the counter like a bartender and kept writing. As I went to light my cigarette, she suddenly stopped, turned toward me, nearly said something, then turned back. I walked down to her with my coffee in one hand and the lighter in the other.

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

She stopped writing again and rested her pen in the diary. "Do I have a choice?"

Kris and her brother, Danny, live in a large townhouse by 82nd street with their mother.

So begins...

Kris Brobonx's Story