Fitting the stereotype...
The door opens and a young woman comes into the bar, wearing black robes and a tall witches hat. For the young woman in question, the state of dress is pretty normal- just her ordinary, everyday work clothes. They hardly change at all when she steps into the bar. What is not so normal though, is the pale green colour her skin turns as soon as her foot crosses the threshold.
Angelina doesn't notice the change in hue as she heads to the bar and takes a seat. It isn't untill she takes her hat of and puts it on the bar that she catches sight of her hands. She holds them both up in front of her face and wiggles her fingers, then puts one hand into her bag and rummages around untill she comes across a small compact mirror so she can see her face- still the same, just green.
"Oh very amusing," she says dryly to Bar as she puts the mirror away. "How long did it take you to come up with this?"
[ooc: Angelina does NOT look like Elphaba Thropp. She looks like herself, just green.]
Angelina doesn't notice the change in hue as she heads to the bar and takes a seat. It isn't untill she takes her hat of and puts it on the bar that she catches sight of her hands. She holds them both up in front of her face and wiggles her fingers, then puts one hand into her bag and rummages around untill she comes across a small compact mirror so she can see her face- still the same, just green.
"Oh very amusing," she says dryly to Bar as she puts the mirror away. "How long did it take you to come up with this?"
[ooc: Angelina does NOT look like Elphaba Thropp. She looks like herself, just green.]