R.R.P.T. v.2.0

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

[OOC: THE RANDOM ROLE-PLAY THREAD IS BACK, BAYBEE. >DD

In the park edition. xD]

Ryan took out his phone and sent random messages to everyone, each of them reading: "THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A BANANA-SHAPED PHONE."

And here he was, on a bench in the park, snickering to himself at his genius-ness.

Indeed. Nobody would have guessed there was no such thing as a banana-shaped phone.

He was just way more advanced.

[Anya Veralusina]

OOC: OK. This is just going to be hilarious so I'm going to post with my emotional snappy character, lol.

Anya's cell phone chirped, signaling a text message or voice mail.
Opening it she saw Ryan Wolfe's number and rolled her eyes
irritably. Probably some CSI bull crap. She looked anyways. The
message was as stupid as he was. "What the hell? Who
the f**k cares?" She snapped out loud, now very annoyed. She
rolled her eyes angrily and replied to the message, just to vent
off some of her annoyance that this CSI was wasting so much
time by being mean to him. That wasn't very detective-like, but
she was a little ill-mannered. She typed in the text- f**k you, you
stupid annoying CSI. She sent it, too. She really didn't know
the definition of police.

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[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan blinked when his ring tone played and read the message. He pouted a little, and texted again. "Did you have your daily dose of sugar this morning?" he wrote, pressing the send button.

Maybe he'd log-in on messenger..

[Anya Veralusina]

Anya glared at the phone as another text came out. Stupid CSI's,
she thought to herself. They were so annoying, and Ryan was
so much more annoying than all of them put together. She
began to type another message. How about you take that
big mouth of yours and go jump off a cliff, she typed in reply. It
didn't really make too much sense, but to her, a Mainer, it made
perfect sense. Down here some of the ways she talked didn't
make sense to other people, but she was sure this CSI could
probably figure out the meaning, and better yet, jump off the
cliff. It would be quieter around with him bothering people
with every step they made.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan blinked again, pausing his phone game and staring at the screen. "I'd rather jump into a pool filled with chocolate fudge!" he texted, having actually decided to keep talking to her. Sure, she was pretty mean, and easily frustrated; but you'll never know until you try. He thought about something else to add, and beamed when he got something.

"Chocolate."

Best. Word. Ever.

[Anya Veralusina]

Sighing as she received another message Anya stepped outside,
to climb into her favorite tree. The lowest branch was above her
head, although, anyone else would be right above it but she had
to be small. Annoyed with her size she jumped up to get on the
branch before sitting on it for a moment to reply to Ryan's text.
What the hell is your dam mental problem? Actually, just go and
do that. Maybe the world will get lucky and you'll drown, she
typed back to him and sent it. Her frustration was getting the
better of her. This was really annoying. She was about ready to
go and put a tracking device on his number to figure out where
he was and slap him or something. This was getting annoying...

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan was a little offended. But that didn't quite stop him. "Not yet! I'm not going to die until I get you to smile!" he texted, absolutely passionate with what he wanted to accomplish. He got to get Horatio to go for ice cream with them, so why not get Anya to smile? "And even if you threaten me over and over again, I'm not gonna leave you alone until you let go of all your anger! I'll let you slap me if you want, if that'll help vent," he added; actually not minding a broken cheek bone or something.

It just goes to show how far he'd go to get a colleague to smile again..

[Kyle Harmon]

[OOC: Ry. You. Are. Retarded. xD]

Kyle blinked as his phone beeped, opening the message and reading it silently. He resisted the urge to laugh, for fear of knocking over his latest invention; which wasn't really an invention at all, but it was those old-fashioned can walky-talkies. He had nothing to do, apparently, and then none other than Ryan Wolfe decided to relieve him of his boredom.

The guy was strange.

But that was what was so great about him.

Kyle smiled, texting back with his Blackberry, wondering what he would say.

Mr. Wolfe, of all things, banana-shaped phones?!

And then he fell on his bed, laughing.

[Anya Veralusina]

She was very irritated now. She was not going to smile for him
or anybody just for his own amusement. Maybe she'd smile if
she broke his hand or wrist, or kicked him in the loins. That
would actually be funny. Standing carefully she jumped down
from the tree, watching the city around her for a long while
before going back to her phone. Let go of my anger, huh? And
what the hell do you know about where my anger came from,
you goddam stupid piece of shit? You f**king moron! You stupid
retard! She seethed furiously for a moment, struggling with all
the flimsy, useless self control that she had, which wasn't much.
He already struck the chord deep down. She had no control over
herself now, especially not her anger.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan tilted his head to the side at the text he received from Kyle, and punched in some letters. "What? It's, liek, so obvious.." he pressed the send button at the exact moment he received a text from Anya. Whoa. Okay, she was definitely pissed off now. He wouldn't be surprised if a bunch of assassins snuck into his window tonight.

"I don't know. I just thought maybe you'd need a little cheering up. Sorry for trying."

Oh well. It just seemed impossible.

[Anya Veralusina]

She didn't really care what happened now. Jumping in her car
she put it into gear and started to drive off. She was looking
for him. Most likely he and his retard ass was probably sitting
somewhere laughing himself to death. Practically steaming
with anger her phone beeped and she had another message.
WELL MAYBE YOU OUGHT TO JUST NOT GIVE A f**k ABOUT
ME, AND WORRY ABOUT YOUR OWN ASS, the words were all
in caps. She drove by the park... And somehow, she wasn't sure
how, she spotted him on a bench.Sonuvapregnant dog. She thought.
She stopped and didn't bother locking her car as she stormed
over to him. "Ryan, you stupid retarded heap of shit!"
She nearly shouted as she came up from behind him.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Our hero turned his head around and blinked at the sight of the frustrated detective. He smiled and waved. "Hi!" he exclaimed, as if he wasn't going to be killed in a few seconds and ripped to shreds, and as if today was a normal day. "What brings you here?" he asked, blinking and tilting his head to the side slightly.

He wouldn't be surprised if a cannon would appear or something, or an atomic bomb fell five seconds later.

[Anya Veralusina]

Furious, she walked right up to him and actually did slap him, not
caring if she was charged with assault. "You stupid, d**n
retard!" She repeated through clenched teeth, actually trying
not to kill him. Her body trembled as she held herself back. She
wouldn't be able to for long, though. Long, was actually too much
to handle. She took another step forward, her pale blue eyes
glittering with fury. He was taller than her, but she didn't care. He
could slap her back and it wouldn't do anything but make her even
angrier. She didn't care that people were watching. Anger blocked
out everything else...

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan couldn't resist the wince that came after the slap, and he rubbed his cheek, grinning a little sheepishly. "Um, well, maybe stupid retard would work out, but the darn part, uh.." he trailed off, trying his best not to get angered at her. Besides, if he wasn't mistaken she was easily pissed off; and there was nothing he could do about that. Might as well deal with it as best he can, and attempt to make friends with her. Key word: attempt.

"But, wow. You found me. That's cool."

[Anya Veralusina]

Anya glared, still furious and very annoyed and struggled to hold
herself back from slapping him again. "Yes, I found you!" she
snapped back at him, fury tinging her voice. Her glare was cold
enough to freeze El Nino, for most people anyways. Her temper
burned with frustration, and she felt a fiery ball of anger burning
deep in her chest. She stepped forward again, aiming another
slap at him, this one aimed for his arm. She put some force behind
the blow, wanting to give him a bruise or something. It'd be worth it.

OOC: Sorry, short.

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[Ashley Renolds]

OOC: Totally can't miss this slap fest. xD

Ash's state of mind made her just smile at the text, not even a giggle could come out.She decided to just reply, then find him. She could use a little of his... spaziness. She smiled slightly as she replied to him.No duh, genius. Wait a couple of years. Where's the genius at? She smiled and sent it, hoping for him to say that he was somewhere outside.

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden walked aimlessly through the park, her hands shoved in the pocket of her hoodie. Spotting Ash, Anya, and Ryan she migrated her way over to them.

Hi-" She stopped talking, seeing Anya slap Ryan." Excuse me. That was absolutely uncalled for." Aiden said in a calm voice, trying to be too angry with Anya. She folded her arms across her chest and frowned.

[Anya Veralusina]

Anya turned sharply and then rolled her eyes as yet, another
CSI appeared. She didn't recognize her, but she could tell she
was a CSI from how she had been coming over to begin with,
and then stood up for Ryan. She glared with defiance and
mentally, and physically prepared herself to stand up against
both of them. "Good, for you. Why the hell do you care
if it is called for or not," she retorted, glaring stubbornly. Her
body automatically tensed herself to get into an argument, or
fight if she must. Not like the day could get any worse. She
glared at both Ryan and Aiden...

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan winced when he was slapped, raising his sleeve and seeing the small black-blue mark. "Wow. That was.. um. Hard," he said, trying his very best not to just jump on her and rip her to pieces. He had a little more self-control this time.. ever since he was reinstated. He had learned to restrain himself and his temper; for fear of being kicked off again.

Hearing the beep, he opened his phone and grinned. At least Ashley wasn't pissed.

"The park. Being beaten." He pressed send.

[Anya Veralusina]

Anya glared at the phone when it beeped, and then at Aiden again,
expecting a 'direct-from-the-dictionary-answer, which she usually
seemed to get from CSI's, which was one of the reasons that
they drove her insane. Listening to there endless babble was
usually the major cause of a head-ache beginning. She then finally
listened to what Ryan had said. "Well, next time it'll be
harder," she snapped in reply, her pale blue eyes fixing on his
hazel,
glittering with rage and irritation. She was in her bad mood today,
which wasn't good for her self control. Fighting adrenaline was
over the top. So was her temper, though...

[Ashley Renolds]

Ash was puzzled when she read his reply, and she found herself leaving the small diner she was always at when she wasn't somewhere else. She wasn't that far from the park, anyway. She walked over to the park in about ten minutes, and saw one person she never wanted to see. When she got closer, she saw Anya hit Ryan. A dark glare was set on her face before she even knew it. She stood by Aiden and glared at Anya. She was already in a bad mood, and she wanted to mess with Ryan... Bad choice..."What's your d**n problem, Veralusina?" she asked, her voice showing her anger.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

"Harder?! Whoa, 'kay, don't you think that's a little too much?" Ryan said, already fearing a broken arm; or a broken body part. Or his whole body being broken. From head to toe. Anya just had that effect on him. The feeling that he would be getting very, very hurt soon. He would have to retaliate the moment it got a little.. out of hand.

Looking towards Ashley, Ryan blinked. Three people found him at the park. Two of which are defending him, and one being angry. Really angry.

Wow.

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden raised her eyes, taken aback with the abrasiveness of the woman before her. Her eye narrowed into a glare similar to Anya's. "You know what? I've heard quite a bit about you. You think just because I'm a CSI that I'm an idiot and below you. Let me tell you something, I've worked my a** off to get where I am and so has everyone else here. Everyone else has learned to handle Ryan and mine and occasionally Ash's spazziness WITHOUT slapping people in the face." She kept a suprisingly even tone trying hard to keep her infamously awful temper in check.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan, obviously, was a little surprised with the little argument that sufficed. Of course, he knew Anya would be out to get him, which was the point of sending that text in the first place, but then when Aiden and Ashley came, he never knew he would drive them to the point of an argument. It made him feel a little guilty on the inside. And he wasn't sure how he would handle that.

Maybe he did have to grow up.

[Anya Veralusina]

Frustrated even more she glared as Ashley Renolds, came. Ryan must have been texting
her because he needed help. Before she could reply Ryan said something and then Aiden.
Fury seemed to give out between all other emotions and her reply came out, nearly
tripping over words with the anger that fueled her. "I never said, anyone was below
or above each other!" She snapped back, her voice so low with anger it could have been
a hiss if it got any lower. She took a step towards her and Ashley, not caring that she was
now arguing with three other people, which could easily escalate into a fight if she kept
her anger. Not that she cared anyways. Fighting was what she did best. She spun back
around to face Ryan again. "Not everyone's as much of the pathetic coward that
you are, Wolfe, you stupid moron!" She stepped back towards him, unsure of what to do now.
Luckily not many people were in this part of the park. There wasn't too many people to notice
what was going on. Even so, she still had that sudden spark of uncertainty, but then
another flare of anger. "Dumb ass," she muttered...

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

"Pathetic coward?!" Ryan's voice had suddenly raised, and an icy look rested in his normally warm, hazel optics. "Okay, I don't know what the hell you had this morning, but a pathetic coward? Would a pathetic coward be dragging his stupid, unworthy little ass to work everyday, knowing there was a chance he would get killed due to him knowing that he was targetted by a lot of people?! Would a pathetic coward still keep doing what he did everyday even though it led to some God forsaken nail being lodged into his left eye?! WOULD A PATHETIC COWARD EVEN GET OUT OF HIS HOUSE AND FACE THE REAL WORLD EVERYDAY, EVEN IF HE KNEW THAT PEOPLE COULD NEVER ACCEPT HIM FOR WHO HE WAS?! DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THAT, ANYA?!" he shouted, clenching his fists and looking at her; his breathing suddenly harder than it was not too long ago. "Why do you think I act this way, for some stupid attention? You don't have to freakin' give it to me if you don't want it to. I do it to keep myself from going insane over all this stupid, mother freakin' negativity, and to keep myself and other people around me happy. Now, I know you hate me for it, but did you ever wonder that maybe I'm not some stupid arsehole with nothing better to do? Didn't you ever wonder if there was a reason behind it?!" he turned his head, frowning.

"God. You know, I'm just going to reconsider that offer of suicide, and just go die like you want me to. At least I'll finally make you happy," the male muttered under his breath, turning on his heel and walking; not even looking back once to see if he had a reaction. Not this time.

[Ashley Renolds]

Ash stared at Ryan, her eyes growing wide with atsonishment. She had only seen him get this way a couple of times before. She glanced at Anya and found herself shaking with fury. Despite what he said to defend himself, and the fact that it could have stopped her, she wanted to punch the witch with all of her strength. She gave her one last death glare and ran after Ryan. What he said about suicide honestly terrified her, even if he didn't mean it. It was time for her to be the helpful one. She put her arm on his shoulder and stopped him; they were far enough from them."Ry..." she started, but she was usless at helping people with words.

[Anya Veralusina]

Anya recoiled sharply as he exploded over being called a 'pathetic
coward.' She took a step back from him, expecting him to attack
her, like she had been expecting since the first slap she'd given
him. But instead, he stormed off without another shout. It was silent for awhile,
but she noticed Ashley's outraged glare before the CSI
ran after Ryan. She realized her temper had gotten too far, and
she backed away even more, forgetting that Aiden was still there,
and probably would be as furious as Ashley, but might say
something or do something different. She was pretty much shocked
into silence for a moment...

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden looked a little suprised at the outburst from the normally good-natured Ryan. She quickly shook away the shocked expression from her face as she watched him storm off with Ash after him. She turned around to face Anya. She shook her head, part in disbelief and part in disgust. Her eyes searched Anya's eye for anything that resembled regret. "Are you happy now?" She whispered in a rather sad tone. "Honestly, Anya. What's the point in upsetting everone? What's the point in destroying the little bit of peace we actually get?"

[Anya Veralusina]

For a moment her mind didn't really register what Aiden had said,
and her eyes went distant. She felt confusion and uncertainty,
not in the same world anymore. When she snapped back to the
living world she realized that Aiden had spoken, and she fixed
her suddenly tired pale blue eyes on her, waiting for her mind
to ask it's question. "I.... Don't know," she turned away, uncertain,
unable to figure out what to say. For the first time in... like... Ever,
she was suddenly feeling remorse for everything she did in the
day. She always felt like she wanted to kill herself at night, with
the pain in her heart because she was always reminded of her
family and her younger sister who died right in front of her, but
she wasn't going to say it. She gazed at the ground, not offering
more of an explanation. She knew she had gone too far.