Random Role-play Thread! :3 -- EVERYONE WELCOME!

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

[OOC: I told you guys I'd make it. xD I didn't put it in any of the role-play categories because I think it's irrelevant to the crimes.. the role-play can be about everything and anything. Paragraphs are not needed. xD Just a stress-reliever kind of thing. <3]

Ryan barged into the lobby of the lab, breathing heavily.

"MY DOG SASHA GAVE BIRTH!" He shouted, twitching; before taking out a picture. "SEE?! SHE GAVE BIRTH!" He continued, shoving it into random people's faces.

"B-But.." he started, sniffling over-dramatically, ".. her babies look like.. like.. Batman.."

[Ashley Renolds]

[ OH MY GOD. I THINK I JUST DIED AT THAT POST.]

"Batman?" Ash asked, her eyes going to Ryan. She had to smile at him as he looked at her. She walked over t him, almost upset that he didn't shove the picture in her face. She left that thought, just because it was stupid."Those babies should have tights on, you know," she said as she took the picture away from him.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

[OOC: Oh hush you. xD If you died, we'd have to investigate your murder!.. and I'd be the prime suspect. ;__;]

Ryan screamed when his picture was taken away from him. "Aaaashleeeeyyy!" He exclaimed, reaching for the picture like a child would to a lollipop.

"AND WHO SAID I WASN'T GONNA BUY THEM TIGHTS?!" He continued, pointing at her. "We're gonna have our own Batman series!" He exclaimed cheerfully, twirling around like a ballerina.

[Ashley Renolds]

[LIKE YOU ARE IN 'H'S SHOOTING - cries - My idol would kill me? SWEET!!! xD]

Ash laughed and stopped him by holding his shoulders. She had a grin on her face."They don't look like Adam West, either," she said, her hands still on his shoulders. She grinned again and held the picture high in the air, hoping that he would jump for it.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

[OOC: D; Whoa. Okay, that's way too far. >__< I wouldn't kill hiiim!]

"Who cares about Adam Weeeest..!!" Ryan whined, standing on his tippy toes and attempting to reach the highly-placed paper. "Ash~ Aaash! Gimme back the pictureeee!" He whimpered, jumping and trying to reach for it, as if he was in Mini Chibi form.

Now that it was mentioned--

-- the Chibi Adventures of Ryan Wolfe sounded pretty awesome.

[idiosyncrasy]

[ooc; o__o This is interesting. xD;]

Drake had been shuffling around the lab, handing different samples to different people. He finally learned how to read nametags, apparently, and this time he had to give a bitten cookie to Ryan. He then found the male, and wouldn't believe the sight he had before him.

Ryan was acting like a five year old.

Wow.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

[OOC: Wherever I go, Drake, it is interesting. x Bows.]

Ryan's spider senses tingled, and he turned to face the youngest of their team (was he part of their team now?) with his hazel eyes.

"Draaaakeeee.." he started, evil glint in his eyes. "We.. will tag team.. against Ash.." he continued, snickering.

"TO GET MY EPIC PHOTO BAAAAACK!"

[idiosyncrasy]

Drake blinked, forgetting all about the cookie. "Get your photo back? What do you mean?" He asked, his arms hanging loosely at his sides; a song playing on his iPod, as usual. "What's so important about it? Does it have any pictures of evidence?" He continued, thinking about it. Then again, a tag team with Ryan (who worked at Trace! The job he wanted! TRACE!) sounded fun, that is, if it were in a playful sense.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

"NO!" Ryan bursted, poking Drake in the chest and looking straight at him. "It's a picture of my dog, Sasha! And she won't give it baaaack!" He whined, his face looking kiddy and desperate, as if he would do anything to get his precious photo back.

Which was actually pretty likely.

He turned to look at Ashley, pointing at her.

"YOU'RE GONNA GIMME BACK MY PICTURE OF SASHA, ASH!"

[Eric Delko]

OOC: Ashley, I'm with you with almost dying because this thread is so hilarious! LOL.

IC: Eric Delko walked in during the middle of the... Well... Comedy really. He nearly fell over with laughter when he saw how... Absolutely hyper and crazy Ryan was being over that picture. He began to walk over, laughing to himself but keeping a safe distance from Ryan's little spaz attack. "Well, this is something," he muttered to himself, amused.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

[OOC: :'D Hilarious. I love that word. xDD WEJKFSJKDBNH. Thank you. <3]

Ryan's ears piped up when he heard Eric, and he immediately bounded over to the older one, giving him a big hug. "Eriiiiic~" he said, like he was the guy's little brother or something, "welcome baaaaaaack!" He hugged him tightly, being careful not to squeeze him. Ryan was currently in a state of 'spazzness', where he would become childish and do random crap.

And apparently, now he wasn't going to let go.

[Eric Delko]

"Woah, okay Ryan! That's nice," he staggered backwards as Ryan suddenly hugged him out of nowhere. At least he's not... Well, squeezing.... Yet anyways. He thought. "Uhmm... You know you can let go now, right?" He asked as Ryan didn't seem to let go at the normal hugging-time. He was almost amused for a moment, but it was also a bit embarrassing to be hugged by a spazzed out coeworker...

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan looked up at him and pouted. "You're not hugging back!" he exclaimed with a small twinge of sadness in his voice. "F-First.. First Ash steals my photo of Sasha.. and now you don't return a display of affection?!" he continued, sniffling; tears welling up in his eyes. He let go, turned around and started running down the corridor, falling into a big box and closing the lid, curling up into a ball.

[Eric Delko]

"Uhmm... Ryan!" He complained. "What... The hell?" He muttered to himself. Out of every place there is here, you fall in a BOX? He thought, giving Ashley a startled glance. This day just keeps getting weirder. "Ryan, get out of there!" He called...

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan peeped his head out of the box, looking at Eric with his shining hazel hues. "Wh-Why..?" he murmured, sniffling and wiping his nose with a handkerchief that came out of nowhere. He sniffled again. "E-Everyone just seems to hate me.." he muttered, looking like a little kid again.

[Eric Delko]

Eric sighed. "No one here hates you Ryan. And stop blubbering. How many cups of coffee did you drink this morning anyways? You're just a little hyper, and we're only playing around with you," he wanted to laugh, but he bit his upper lip to shut himself up, hard.

OOC: Every time my sister bites her lip it bleeds. She has a very hard bite, and she still doesn't realize it, lol.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

[OOC: That's very nice. xDD]

Ryan piped up, stumbling out of the box and hugging Eric again. He apparently felt rather affectionate today. "I don't knoooow..~ Maybe it had something to do with all the cake I ate for breakfast!" he exclaimed cheerily, his eyes shimmering with happiness once more.

".. but I still want my photo back."

[Eric Delko]

This time Eric made sure to hug back quickly so Ryan wouldn't get all emotional again. He had never seen him so hyper before. "Ok..." He turned and grinned at Ash. "You and Drake were going to tag team her, right. I'll watch," he laughed lightly. This was getting funnier by the minute again...

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

"AH! RIGHT! I'm so gonna get that picture back, if it's the last thing I do!" Ryan exclaimed passionately, letting go of Eric; glad that the other had hugged back as well, before dragging Drake by the collar. "You, my friend, you and I will make history," he said, snickering.

"WE WILL BE THE FIRST TO EVER TAG TEAM IN THE PREMISES OF THE LAB OF COOLNESS!" he continued, saluting.

"THE FIRST!!!!!"

[idiosyncrasy]

Drake yelped when he was suddenly pulled by the collar, hearing Ryan speak to him like a general would to soldiers about to fight in a war. He nodded solemnly, resisting the urge to laugh; considering the fact that one of his role-models was acting like a five year old. He looked towards Eric, shooting him a look that read 'I don't know what's wrong with him', before nodding at Ryan's last two statements, again.

"HISTORY! FOR NARNIA!" he exclaimed, then blinked.

"Uh, I mean.. for Sasha..?"

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan whacked Drake over the head with his jacket (which he took off in a span of 0.5 seconds). "FOR SASHA! SAAASSHAAAA! Not Narnia, okay? We can go to Narnia later after we get the picture back and look for Mr. Aslan and make Horatio come with us too just for the heck of it. Alright?" he said, a smile on his face despite the fact that he just whacked someone. He then put his jacket back on and pointed at Ashley.

"MY PHOTO WILL COME BACK TO ME THROUGH SINGING!"

He inhaled.

"Baby come back to meeeee..~ In my heart I still believe, we were meant to beeee~ Together so whatever it takessss~" and he whacked Drake again.

"Sing, Draaaakeee!"

[idiosyncrasy]

Drake blinked for a split-second, walking backwards; trying to escape the pit of insanity he had fallen in. He looked back, at the faces of people who just seemed to be staring at the Trace expert, and coughed. They must've been watching since earlier, he thought to himself, sighing, I can't believe Mr. Wolfe doesn't seem to mind. Maybe he's not ashamed of what he really is?

More people came to stare, and Drake flinched.

".. Uh.. hi..?"

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan blinked, suddenly; turning to see what it was Drake was looking at. Then, seeing all the people; he felt his heart stop. ".. Oh.. man," he muttered, eyes wide. He ran towards Ashley, jumped and snatched the picture, and ran down the corridor, attempting to hide from everyone.

Hopefully nobody would find him.

Hopefully.

[Horatio Caine]

Hearing a lot of noise from the main corridor, Horatio stepped out of his office finding Ashley, Drake, and Eric just standing there looking down the Trace Corridor. He thought he'd better check it out now that it suddenly went quiet. He passed the three team mates grinning. As he turned the corner Horatio noticed a big box, that was not there before, he thought and walked up to it. Carefully opening it he found Ryan curled up into a ball.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan raised his head, finding none other than Lieutenant Horatio Caine, the man he was actually hiding from. He would probably be in for a lecture or something. "Uh.." he started, thinking of a good excuse, but finding nothing. ".. nice weather we're having, right, H?"

What a horrible excuse. But anyway, Ryan wasn't the master of excuses all in all.

He struggled to his feet, yelped when he couldn't stand straight and fell out of the box and at his superior's feet.

[Horatio Caine]

Horatio sighed and tilted his head.
"Ryan..." He stopped, struggling for words.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan's eyes widened ever so slightly, and he looked up at the older man with a look of surprise on his face. "You called me Ryan," he started, blinking profusely, "You didn't call me Mr. Wolfe this time.."

A grin quickly formed on his face, and he hugged Horatio's leg.

"You called me Ryaaaaaaaan!" he exclaimed cheerfully.

[Horatio Caine]

Horatio stumbled ever so slightly, shocked at Ryans sudden move.
"Yes Mr. Wolfe, will you please come to my office," he started hoping Ryan wont get all emotional. Please dont let him, I just have to tell him something, Horatio pleaded.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan immediately retained his professionalism, getting to his feet and nodding; a sudden change that perhaps would seem rather weird considering what he had done in the past few minutes. "Yes, Horatio," he said obediently, standing straight with a serious look on his face.

What a transformation!

[Horatio Caine]

Horatio grinned, looking at Ryan oddly. He let go of it and led Ryan to his office, ignoring the others suspicious stares. Once at his office he motioned Ryan to sit.