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AUTHOR'S NOTE-PLEASE READ: This is a roleplay by a Don and Charlie roleplay group called "The Eppes Convergence". Since this type of work is not technically allowed on this site, we encourage everyone to join our forum-the link is in my profile,-where we are working on getting all our roleplays online. The members of the group so far are me-SyberiaWinx-and UnspokenAnomaly-whom you all know better on here as Sushi Chi. I play the part of Charlie, who is slightly OC and deviously mischevious in this particular roleplay, while UnspokenAnomaly/Sushi Chi plays an eccentric Don, Alan, and the EMTs. PLEASE review, as it took forever to convert this for this site(And Sushi spells like Charlie...). If any of you want to talk to us on IM to talk about NUMB3RS or the roleplay, just pm us for the addresses. Well, here we go…
Don:
Hey.
Charlie:
You came, Donnie!!!!
Charlie:
I knew you would!!;-;
Don:
Huh?
Charlie:
Can't even take the time to give you little brother a call to let him know you are ok...
Don:
Ah, well ... I'm sorry, but I couldn't call you yesterday.
Charlie:
Why?!;-; Did you get shot again?!
Charlie:
Me and Dad worry about you so much you know...
Don:
No, I didn't get shot. It's alright, Buddy.
I just got busy at the office.
Don:
I'm sorry I didn't call.
Charlie:
Thank goodness!
Charlie:
Next time you make us worry like that, I'll make you sit in on one of my lectures!
Don:
Oh, man, don't do that to me. I get enough of all that from working with you!
Charlie:
But...you can NEVER have enough math!!
Charlie:
Remember, EVERYTHING is numbers, Donnie!
Don:
:rolls eyes: I remember.
Charlie:
:exasperated sigh: I swear...
Don:
:laughs:
Charlie:
Have you ever seriously compared the art of laughter to the Rheumatoid Theorem of Motion?
Charlie:
The statistics are incredible!
Don:
:blinks: The what?
Charlie:
:sighs: Nevermind, Donnie...It's WAY over your head.
Don:
:scoffs:
Don:
Yeah ... you're right
Charlie:
:Hands you a first grade essay: Here
Don:
:reads it:clears throat: I understand like, one out of ten words on this thing, Chuck.
Charlie:
And here I thought that it would be something much closer to your level of understanding...Oh, well.
Charlie:
And don't call me, 'Chuck'.
Don:
:glares:
Charlie:
:Smug grin:
Don:
I'll call you 'Chuck' whenever I want to, Chuck. You can't stop me. :smug grin back:
Charlie:
Yes, I can, DONALD.
Don:
Oh yeah, CHUCK:puts up hands in fists, mockingly: Wanna try ta' stop me?
Charlie:
I do in fact, DONALD:presses tip of chalk to blackboard:
Don:
:glares:grins:quickly takes out handcuffs: Nuh-uh. I can handcuff your hands behind your back so that you can't write!
Charlie:
And I can have you arrested for handcuffing without reason! Don't make me call the FBI on you...
Don:
They won't believe you.
Charlie:
Sure they will. After all, they've worked with you for quite some time. :smirks:
Don:
But they've worked with me longer. And besides, if you tell my team, I'm the boss- They've got to believe me.
Charlie:
It's because they've worked with you longer that they'll believe me-they know how you are. They secretly like me better, you know.
Don:
Don't lie to an officer...
Charlie:
I'm not, AGENT Eppes. I'm telling the truth...to an idiot.:bursts out laughing:
Don:
:glares:
Charlie:
:keeps on laughing:
Don:
Fine. Be that way. :starts to leave:
Charlie:
Just in case you forgot, the door is push-only, Donald.
Don:
:mumbles something under breath:
Charlie:
What was that, darling brother?
Don:
:storms out, ignoring Charlie:
Charlie:
:shrugs, then returns to writing on board: Wonder what's wrong with him...
Don:
:phone rings: Eppes. :listens:sighs: Find. Yeah. Be right there. :hangs up phone:gets in SUV:talking to self: Man, I really hope we don't end up needing Charlie on this case…
Charlie:
:hangs up cell phone and chuckles evilly: Don't worry, you won't.
Don:
:goes to the scene of the crime:
Charlie:
:and no one is there-looks like it was just someone's idea of a practical joke. Who would come up with such a thing?:
Don:
:cusses and gets back in SUV: Dammit, Charlie!
Charlie:
:elsewhere, Charlie chuckles: Don is gonna be pretty ticked...
Don:
:storms into garage after a length:steaming angry at Charlie:
Charlie:
:feigning innocence: Back so soon, Don? What's up?
Don:
:is quickly right in front of Charlie - no personal space whatsoever:speaks deadly quiet: You...
Charlie:
:blinks innocently: are the best little brother in world?
Don:
:punches the wall next to Charlie's head: are the most stupid little brother in the world
Charlie:
:scoffs: I think fans of my brilliant mathematical breakthroughs might disagree.
Don:
:grins evilly: Oh, you will pay. You will pay for this.
Charlie:
:holds up bag of M&Ms: Do you take candy?
Don:
:raises eyebrow: You have M&Ms? Why?
Charlie:
:raises eyebrow: Yeah, they've been increasingly easy to get since they were made over-the-counter. :rolls eyes:
Don:
:rolls eyes and backs up:sighs: That's not what I meant.
Charlie:
What did you mean then?
Don:
Why are they here? I mean. You hardly ever have food in the garage. And then "poof" they're held up in my face.
Charlie:
A student left them for me.
Charlie:
I had them in my pocket
Don:
Riiiight. And why did they give them to you?
Charlie:
:shrugs: I don't know-I've been getting presents and love letters from my students since I started teaching.
Don:
Really? Since you were ... what age did you start at? 18?
Charlie:
About.
Charlie:
:grins: You jealous?
Don:
No…Just wondering, how old are most college students in your classes? Because I'm sure the most of them were older than you.
Charlie:
:shrugs: They vary in ages-I've had women in their thirties trying to get me to spend the night with them since I got my work published at fourteen.
Don:
Did they know you were fourteen?
Charlie:
Nope, though I doubt some of them would have cared
Charlie:
Well, I'm a little busy, Don, so if that's all- :turns back to blackboard:
Don:
:shakes head: Alright. :leaves:
Charlie:
:chuckles: That was a close one. Lucky for me, he's got the attention span of a rock.
Don:
:chuckles to self: Can't wait to do my revenge plan.
Charlie:
:returns to writing complex mathematical equations:
Don:
:goes inside house and grabs a beer:turns on TV: Alright, a ballgame. :awaits till the time for revenge comes:
Charlie:
:works on equations for hours:
Don:
:sighs:looks at clock:goes into garage: Hey, Buddy. It's getting late. You going to go to bed?
Charlie:
:does not look up: No.
Don:
You need sleep.
Charlie:
Doing fine without it.
Don:
Not for much longer you won't be.
Charlie:
:does not answer:
Don:
:sighs:shakes head: Alright. I'll be staying the night here for a while because they're exterminating something in my apartment.
Charlie:
:smirks and mutters, still working: Why doesn't that surprise me?
Don:
What?
Charlie:
:holds back a chuckle: Nothing.
Don:
:leaves and goes into childhood bedroom:awaits:
Charlie:
:works a few more hours:
Don:
:listens for Charlie to come in:
Charlie:
:continues working, with no intention of ever leaving his trance:
Don:
:looks at clock: Damn. It's 3 in the morning and he still hasn't come in. :sighs: Better go and check on him. :makes way to garage:
Charlie:
:obssessed with writing:
Don:
:thinks: 'Hmm. Maybe I can do it now and he won't notice ... maybe not. I think someone would notice if I did that ...
Charlie:
:continues writing:
Don:
:grabs what he needs:starts walking toward Charlie:smirk:
Charlie:
:moves to another board:
Don:
:follows quietly:
Charlie:
:yawns and sets chalk down, walking right past Don without noticing him and out of the room:
Don:
:rolls eyes:follows:
Charlie:
:walks upstairs, goes into room, and locks the door to ensure peaceful slumber:
Don:
:tries to open door:finds it locked: Fine. Be that way :grabs a few more things:starts to pick the lock:
Charlie:
:chuckles quietly, opens window, and climbs down to first floor:
Don:
:gets in room:sighs angrily: CHARLIE!
Charlie:
:camps out elsewhere until the next day:
Don:
:sighs: Alright. Well ...I'll either do this later or change my plan...
Charlie:
:wakes up the next morning and notices brother's absence, returns to work.: He would have been better off using normal confrontation, rather than trying to outsmart a genius. :shakes head, laughs:
Don:
:laughs to self: Can't believe he fell for it.
Charlie:
:writes on chalkboard:
Don:
:peeks into the garage:cracks up laughing:
Charlie:
:continues writing:
Don:
:thinks: 'Hmm. guess he hasn't looked in the mirror.' :pause in thinking: 'or he likes it. Oh, God. What if he likes it?'
Charlie:
:senses his brother's presence and turns, smiling: Hey, Donnie, what's up?
Don:
:stares:starts laughing:
Charlie:
What's so funny?
Don:
:clears throat: Nice hair.
Charlie:
:runs hand through it:Yeah, it's a bit curlier than it used to be, but I like it. :chuckles, pointing at you: Besides, at least my hair's not pink.
Don:
Pink?
Charlie:
:tries unsuccessfully to suppress laughter: Guess someone hasn't looked in a mirror this morning.
Don:
:runs inside and looks: CHARLIE!
Charlie:
:comes inside and leans against wall, smiling smugly: Don't try to outsmart a genius, Donnie.
TO BE CONTINUED...