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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…
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Don:
You bastard!
Don:
I'm gonna kill you: runs after Charlie:
Charlie:
: runs through house : Hey, you attacked me first and watch your language! Do you need Dad to give you a spanking when he gets home?
Don:
: stops running : Oh, God. Dad's gonna see this. Shit. : pause : I attacked you first?
Charlie:
Yeah: points to his own hair : Although, I really do quite like it, but I can't just let you get away with it: laughs : You look really cute, Donnie!
Don:
: glares : I only attacked you because you called my into a fake crime scene. And you what? I can probably get you arrested for doing that.
Charlie:
No witnesses: ducks under the table to the other side :
Don:
Just wait till I get ahold of you… you'd better hope that there are witnesses to that!
Charlie:
Was that a threat: carefully keeps the table between them :
Don:
...more of a promise
Charlie:
: sarcastically : Some FBI agent-you should have caught me minutes ago!
Don:
: takes out gun : Easier said then done, dear brother. : smirks :
Charlie:
: rolls eyes : You wouldn't shoot a civilian, especially when he is your own, beloved brother!
Don:
Beloved?
Charlie:
You know you love me.
Don:
Do I, now?
Charlie:
Yep!
Don:
You can't prove it.
Charlie:
I can prove anything!
Don:
: scoffs :
Charlie:
: grins :
Don:
: chases :
Don:
I'm gonna kill you!
Charlie:
With what?
Don:
My bare hands if I have too!
Charlie:
You know, there's only about a 99 chance of you actually doing that-it's true.
Don:
Ah, but then there is that 1 that's against you.
Charlie:
I'm not worried.
Don:
You should be, I am a trained FBI Agent.
Charlie:
And yet, a simple kitchen table is stopping you from apprehending me-I can see the headline now : 'Trained FBI Agent' bested by table. : laughs :
Don:
: quickly picks up a pillow and throws it, hitting Charlie in the head : is quiet for a moment : You should be glad I only threw a pillow.
Charlie:
: laughs : And on the next page : Same FBI agent fails while attempting to apprehend a suspect with a common pillow. Suspect escapes in fit of laughter.
Don:
: smirks : and right in-between those two articles : Young genius gets what he deserved: chases :
Charlie:
An award for putting up with an idiot for a brother?
Alan:
: walks in : Charlie. Do not call your brother an idiot. : looks up and starts laughing. :
Charlie:
See? Even Dad thinks you look pretty!
Alan:
: stops laughing : Oh, but Charlie-You look pretty too.
Don:
: chuckles : Yeah. You're fro is nice.
Charlie:
: smiles : I know, isn't it? Isn't Donnie a good beautician? I think he should have chosen that as a career instead! Though, it really is still too long to be considered a "fro".
Charlie:
: shrugs : Guess he can't be a beautician either.
Alan:
And Donnie, who did your hair? Who ever did that must have done both your boy's hair, because it's so wonderful: grins :
Don:
Dad? Why are you grinning? It's starting to freak me out.
Alan:
I'll be right back: runs to get something :
Don:
Hey, Chuck ... you as worried as I am?
Charlie:
: puts on a hat and grins : Nope.
Charlie:
And don't call me 'Chuck', Donald.
Don:
: puts on hat as well :
Alan:
: sighs : Oh, take those hats off.
Don:
Not until you put that camera down.
Charlie:
: Grins evilly, snatches your hat, and makes a run for it : Looks like once again, little brother has proved himself to be superior!
Don:
: runs after Charlie: Give that back! You little twerp!
Charlie:
Never!
Don:
Fine: grabs random paper with math on it : Give it back or I swear, I will rip this paper up and eat it!
Charlie:
Go ahead; it's for one of YOUR cases!
Don:
: looks at it : looks back at Charlie: Ha! Jokes on you! We don't have you on any of our cases!
Charlie:
: shrugs : You're bluffing!
Don:
: raises eyebrow : Bluffing? Really: starts to rip the paper, very slowly :
Charlie:
I'm not giving it back, not even if you rip it to unreadable shreds!!
Don:
Now you're the one who is bluffing.
Charlie:
Try me.
Don:
Alright. I will. : rips up paper :
Charlie:
: grins : Oops! I completely forgot-that was actually a message I took down for you from Robin, that I started scribbling math equations on the back of. : shrugs, still grinning : So sorry about that, Donnie!
Don:
: glares : Going to kill you!
Charlie:
Still waiting for you to fullfill that little 'promise'. : laughs :
Don:
: chases after and tackles :
Charlie:
Ow! Is this how you treat your dates? No wonder you're still single!
Don:
: handcuffs Charlie: grabs hat : I'd shut up if I were you!
Charlie:
What about down? Can down stay open?
Don:
: growls : yeah, stay down too. : puts on own hat : takes off Charlie's :
Charlie:
: Headbutts you, knocking you to the ground : Hey, I seem to still be
alive here!
Don:
: gets up : That's because I wasn't done with the promise!
Charlie:
: grabs ankle, knocks you over again :
Don:
: kicks :
Charlie:
Ow! Hey!
Don:
Serves you right!
Charlie:
: Bites ankle :
Don:
Ow! Crap man! I'm gonna have to get a rabies shot now!
Charlie:
: headbutts to the ground again : Uncuff me, so we can settle this like men, you wimp!
Don:
Only if you don't run off behind a table, you wimp!
Charlie:
: grits teeth : I won't!
Don:
: uncuffs :
Charlie:
: runs inside :
Don:
: chases after : You liar!
Charlie:
: runs to the opposite side of king-size bed in Alan's room : I am not a liar!
Don:
Bastard! I'll get you!
Charlie:
Doubtful! Take back calling me a liar!!
Don:
Never!
Charlie:
I didn't lie!
Don:
Gah! You know what?! I give up: holds up hands angrily : mumbles something under breath :
Charlie:
: grumbles : I didn't lie...
Don:
: storms out of the room : mumbling to self all the way :
Charlie:
: whines and follows : Donnie! Take back calling me a liar!
Don:
: ignores :
Charlie:
Donnie!
Don:
: turns and glares : What?
Charlie:
: wide-eyed : Are you gonna leave and never come back?
Don:
: looks confused : what?
Charlie:
Are you going to leave and never set foot in this house again?
Don:
Why would I do that?
Charlie:
Because you are mad? Are you?
Charlie:
Are you gonna never come here again?
Don:
Yes, I'm mad. But that doesn't mean I'm never coming back.
Where did you get this stupid idea from?
Charlie:
Nowhere. So, you're not gonna stop coming here?
Don:
'Course not.
Charlie:
: grins : Darn, 'cause I was really hoping.
Don:
: glares : starts storming out of the house :
Charlie:
Hmm...What does this remind me of..: pulls out cell and calls you :
Don:
: looks at the caller-ID : ignores it :
Charlie:
Hmm... : turns on caller-ID protection and tries again :
Don:
: sighs : thinks : 'Hmm…probably is Charlie ...' : ignores it : 'anyway, if it were work or something, the caller-ID would show it as them'
Charlie:
Hmm... : grins evilly and runs into Don's old room, grabs something, pokes his head out of the window : Hey, Donnie!!
Don:
: doesn't want to stop, but does and looks up : What now?
Charlie:
: waves a picture of you fast asleep with your pink hair out the window : Do you think I should fax this or show it to your coworkers personally?
Don:
What the hell? Where did you get that picture?
Charlie:
I took it right after I gave you your new look-figured it was bound to come in handy. Boy, I can picture Robin's face when she sees this: laughs :
Don:
Dammit, Charlie! You know what? It doesn't really matter. This pink crap is going to take a few days to get out. So, everyone will see it anyway. Do whatever you want.
Charlie:
Actually, it's washable, so it should come out as soon as you take a shower. : grins and waves photo mockingly :
Don:
: raises eyebrows : You're lying
Charlie:
It's the same stuff kids use on Halloween-comes right off!
Alan:
: comes from behind and grabs the picture from Charlie's hands : Good. Now I have a picture of Donnie from today. : smiles at Charlie and quickly takes a picture :
Don:
. : starts laughing :
Charlie:
: shrugs : I told you guys before, I like this look. Besides, you think that's the only photo I took: waves two more out the window : I'm too smart for that: laughs and disappears inside, leaving Alan:
Alan:
: smiles, laughing and yells down to me : Don, you should have learned by now to never take on a genius. You'll never win.
Don:
Yeah, well ... I thought that I could win this one.
Alan:
Don, you haven't won one in years. You should really give it a rest.
TO BE CONTINUED...