#indyking004

( @violentparties ) “Indy!” Cara cried as she burst into the girls’ shared apartment, before she’d even slipped all the way in. “Indy, are you home? I’ve got to show you something!” Her voice carried her all the way down the hall to the bedrooms, where she found Indy. Her eyes were round, brimming with fever, as she shoved the flimsy sheet in Indy’s direction. “This was in our mailbox.”

( @violentparties ) Solomon wasn’t a great friend, but he put in some effort every so often, once a month maybe, which is how he ended up hiding from the blizzard with Kahlan and Indy by the fire at Sips. Suspiciously, Kahlan got called into work not long after they met up, leaving Solomon alone with the meanest, scariest doll in Cape Hazel. In the world, probably. He couldn’t even make eye contact with her after learning they were partners for the task, so this was inconvenient to say the least, but Solomon couldn’t stand silence. “So, uh, how about that blizzard?” he asked blandly, a lame satire of weather small talk.