#theloudwiththeplan

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Alvin had been wandering throughout the halls, looking desperately for someone he knew. That was when he spotted Lincoln - and a grin grew on his face. Okay, so he didn’t exactly know Lincoln, but he had seen the guy around before! How did that old saying go again? Choosers can’t be beggars? Something like that!

Tugging at the young boy’s shirt, the chipmunk smiled nervously at him. “Hey there! My good friend, uh - London, was it? You wouldn’t happen to have the math homework on you, would ya?”

[thevoices-ofmymind]

@the-loud-with-the-plan spun the wheel and got....Harley!

“HEY KID WATCH OUT!” Harley warned rushing forward in order to scoop the kid up and dash away just before the bomb she’d set could go off. Granted, there were a few minutes until that happened but still better to be safe then sorry. 

Once they were a safe distance away she puts the kid down and blew a strand of her hair out of her face. “The heck are ya doin’ ‘round here huh kid? This isn’t exactly the safest part of town for ya ta be.” She says, hands on her hips and stern look on her face. Looking around she didn’t exactly see anyone else near-by. “Where are your parents at?”

[sassnspriinkles-a-blog]

@the-loud-with-the-plan liked for a starter

“ S’matter kid? get lost or somethin? ”

[starxchosen]

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Canon Dialogue Starter

“I got food poisoning, which is a big difference!”

[mcduckheir-blog]

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“Love the costume. There a comic convention in town, or do you just wear it in public for the attention?”

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      There’s a little voice from... somewhere.. trying to tell him something. She was trying to communicate by being the little voice in the back of his head. “Cookies....” The ladybug kwami said just loud enough for him to hear her.

[young-little-vampire]

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Tyrant had been in the forest playing catch with one of his friends, Frank. “Here - take this, Tyrant!” Frank grinned, throwing the ball at the Tyrant, which soon smashed into his face. “Really, Frank?” Tyrant groaned.

“Oops, sorry Tyrant! I didn’t mean to!” the green-skinned boy exclaimed, grinning nervously. “Uh - y-your nose is bleeding,” he pointed out.

Tyrant glanced down, to find that Frank was indeed right. He stuck his tongue out, letting the blood leaking from his nose fall onto it and into his mouth.

After his nose had stopped bleeding, he dug a handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping the remaining blood off his face and smirking at Frank. “Oh, you’re gonna get it now!” he exclaimed, throwing the ball directly at Frank’s face. However, Frank ducked the shot, causing the ball to instead hit a nearby tree and bounce out of the forest. 

“Welp, you better go get it,” Tyrant said.

“WHAT?! Me?! You’re the one that threw it out of the forest!” Frank protested.

“Woah, woah, woah, buddy. I didn’t throw it out of the forest! I threw it at your head. If you had just let the ball collide with your face like you were supposed to, this would’ve never happened! But you know what? Since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll go get it for you,” Tyrant said, placing his contacts on and smearing make-up on his face. He then began to head out of the forest.

“WAIT!” Frank shouted.

“What is it?” Tyrant asked, glancing back at his friend.

“Have you written a will yet?” Frank asked.

“...Why?” Tyrant responded, a confused expression on his face.

“Oh, well you know, nothing much, it’s just - if you die out there, I’d like to get your castle,” Frank said. 

Tyrant momentarily glared at the other, before rolling his eyes and heading outside the forest. He scanned the surroundings for the ball - then noticing that it had landed in the backyard of a young white-haired child. Feeling a pang of nervousness shoot through him, he gulped and hesitantly began to walk over to the stranger.

“H-Hey there...C-Can I have my ball back?” he asked.

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@the-loud-with-the-plan // Continued from here

“No problem, lad. Everyone’s got their own burdens to carry, right? You don’t have to carry them alone, not while I’m around to help.” It was part of Riff’s job as a therapist to help the boy and his family with their problems, and she could tolerate the chaos they usually brewed.