Handle the time, be sky wise, sing to the tickle inside...
At the Main Gauche, there's a new resident moving in -- a little blue-haired behemoth, carting more bags than someone her size should really be able to handle. But then, she's a demon. She's totally fine, really.
Besides, being a whore for the Organization requires quite the extensive wardrobe. There's a giant suitcase devoted to shoes alone... Not that anyone could tell what her job is from how she's dressed right now: baggy black pants adorned with more straps, chains, and random D-rings than anyone should ever need, a tiny tank top bearing the slogan, "Come to the Dark Side. We've got COOKIES!" and boots that were clearly made for stomping.
She's singing along softly with something on her iPod, looking pleased as punch to be there. There may be a few giant Pixy Stix poking out of one of her bags, as well -- Indy is never without sugar.
Hi, Gauche residents! Indy just wants to be your FRIEND!
Besides, being a whore for the Organization requires quite the extensive wardrobe. There's a giant suitcase devoted to shoes alone... Not that anyone could tell what her job is from how she's dressed right now: baggy black pants adorned with more straps, chains, and random D-rings than anyone should ever need, a tiny tank top bearing the slogan, "Come to the Dark Side. We've got COOKIES!" and boots that were clearly made for stomping.
She's singing along softly with something on her iPod, looking pleased as punch to be there. There may be a few giant Pixy Stix poking out of one of her bags, as well -- Indy is never without sugar.
Hi, Gauche residents! Indy just wants to be your FRIEND!