[center][h3][color=662d91]Jill Henderson[/color][/h3][/center]
Jill boarded the second bus that passed by her bus stop. The first one drove right past, surely intimidated by the sight of such raw power and beauty. Jill had prepared for such a possibility, though, and should still get there respectfully early for her interview.

The bus rolled forward as the lich took an empty window seat. Not even a minute passed before a baby nearby started crying hysterically. Jill sighed. She didn't [i]intend[/i] to scare small children (usually), didn't intend to be a terrifying display of dark magick on legs. It was just one of the consequences of being amazing.

Jill turned toward the child's scowling mother and opened her mouth. The lich hesitated, then closed it and stared out the window. Children's tears were quite valuable components for certain spells, but she figured the mother might try to get her kicked off the bus if she asked to collect them in a vial. She couldn't afford that extra hullabaloo today.

The lich distracted herself from the sadly wasted tears by pulling out her lipstick. She smeared it on her bones in the approximate places that lips should be. It was a muted, professional shade - the appropriate makeup for an interview. She had thought about wearing blush but decided that was a step too far. And she could never find foundation in her shade.