HOLBROOK, rhys james

[RHYS JAMES HOLBROOK]

rhys james holbrook , ----------------
----------------------------------------------- TWENTY , VAMPIRE , REBELS , RECKLESS.

"I GOT NO TIME FOR VICTIMS AND I DON'T THINK IT WAS ALL THAT BAD. AND IF
YOU CAN'T RUN TO SAVE YOURSELF, WELL THEN YOU DESERVE TO BE HAD. --"

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oli ,

fuck, i know you hate that nickname. and i know you hate my fucking cursing too. but get this -- i hate it here. i'd bet plenty you, mum, and dad have probably been wondering where the hell i've gotten off to. knowing mum, she thinks i'm just out longer than usual with my mates (who we all know she hates). knowing dad, he probably thinks i'm dead on the side of the road (and probably doesn't give two shits). and knowing you, you're hoping i'm neither of the two and instead decided to go off to the university of cambridge (which is shite and you know it).

hate to disappoint you all, but i'm actually currently being held hostage in london by a lot of wanker vampires.

i can just hear you now, oli. and that git too. "if you'd just mind your own damn business." but i actually was (for once). i was just hanging about the pub with the usual mates, and this arsehole went and bumped into me, sloshing his beer all over my front. yeah, whatever, i knocked him in his jaw, but then i went on my merry fucking way. the fucking end, you know? only it wasn't -- not yet. hours later, i was out in the back alleyway with this bimbo -- millie or what have you. and i hear some voice behind me, telling me i 'never apologized' and that 'was just terribly rude.' i told the git, whoever he was, to fuck off. i mean, i was about to shag this girl, right? who was really the rude one? anyway, next thing i know, millie there is screaming bloody hell and dead a second later and i'm right up against the wall. and of course, of fucking course, it's the git from earlier who couldn't control his mug. he's right pissed, so he... well, oli, i'll spare you the details.

there's three of them -- ivan (the oldest/biggest git), klaus (middle/pretty even-tempered), and holden (youngest/arsehole who turned me). at first, holden had it in his mind to just let me bleed out in the streets, but decided it'd be 'funny' to show off his 'vampy skillz' to ivan. and ivan didn't think it was funny. at all. fuck, i don't think that arsehole thinks anything is funny. anyway, they decided to keep me around (who the fuck knows why) and holden is always at my ass (i know that one -- it's because i'm sexy). they live in this flat in london. i remember my first night here pretty well. they laid out all these dumb fucking rules (don't leave your clothes laying about, watch your mouth, no hitting, don't tell anyone) but you know i was never good with authority. i still leave my trousers on the floor, i still curse at ivan, i still take swings at holden, and here i am writing to you.

i miss you. you're the greatest brother and son anyone could get, oli. i know dad favors you over me. i know he wishes i had your ambition and goals and focus and all that fucking shite. i know even now, going on the second week of my disappearance, he doesn't give a fuck. he hopes i'm dead and guess what?

i am.

rhys.

HI, MY NAME IS MICHELLE. I'M EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR FOUR-ISH YEARS. YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM/CBOX/AIM/SMOKE SIGNALS AND I ALSO PLAY NO ONE ELSE (YET?!) I'D JUST LIKE TO SAY SORRY THIS APP IS SO VULGAR? :c

MADE BY LILLY CAN'T BE TAMED OF CAUTION 2.0.

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