Chapter One
A War BeginsDisclaimer: We do not own or make any profit from NUMB3RS or this roleplay.
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>.>
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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...
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