Dr. Jillian Holtzmann, PHD.

       “Of course it’s an important question, I’m fairly certain it would be a ground breaking discovery in the science world!! Plus I’m around nuclear radiation all the time, I’d like to know I’m around a safe amount.” Jillian knew that of course, she just needed an excuse to be talking about radiation; other than the fact she really wanted to do tests with it. “Do you think you could make a weapon out of Nuclear radiation... It’s a dangerous theory but I bet I can make it only harmful to ghosts!!”

      “This ol’ thing?” Holtzmann turned to face the unfamiliar voice, the proton grenade firmly held in her hands. “Well, I was making a new prototype of my proton bomb, because the last one didn’t pack enough PUNCH I think I finally perfected it.” Holtzmann, grinned as she held the grenade out for the gentleman to see. “I call it Protonic Mark two. I won’t explain the name, that makes it boring. Mark two because it’s the second model. Damn it, I explained some of the name. Anyway!! It blows up ghosts, how cool is that??”

       “Oh that answer is simple, I’m talking BANG, immediate radiation. If you don’t want to test on a person, what do you recommend testing on, I will NOT test on an animal, no way. I won’t have that on my conscience!!”

       “Awesome, I like it. Makes me sound intelligent. Your nickname is now HCI. It’s the molecular formula for hydrochloric acid. It’s a corrosive mineral acid, strong and powerful. I can see you being like that acid.” Holtzmann folded her arms across her chest, pushing the slender glasses up the brige of her nose. “Oh yeah?? You care to put your money where your  buccal cavity is??”

       “I realize that was sarcasm, but if you truly do have a heart attack, let me know, I’d love to test some equipment I’m working on.” Jillian’s interest was peeked. “Where did you come from??”

     Jillian listened to what he said with genuine interest. She’d been exposed to quite a bit of radiation what with her CRAZY experiments and messing around with nuclear physics and nuclear engineering. Though after him getting a little defensive she leaned back, pulling a childish face. “I said hypothetically, dude. No need to get your proton pack in a twist, actually if you ever do get a proton pack, it would be VERY dangerous to twist it, don’t do that. I mean, I test on my friends all the time, they love it. Patty complains a little, but she has fun.”

       Jillian smirked, rushing towards her shopping cart full of goods. “I mean, this isn’t how I pictured my death at all, but it would be a good way to go.“ She lifted out a large metal bin lid, hurrying back over to the pistol. “Well, if I was back in New York at the lab, I’d be able to safely quarantine this but sadly this will have to do and I’m fairly certain it won’t work.“ Jillian mumbled as she placed the bin lid over the top of the gun, sitting herself down on the lid to keep it air tight. “I bet your glad you came to help me now, huh?? If you have any last confessions, I advise you say them now... just in case.”

   “Your friend had poor eyesight.” Holtzmann held out her hand for the other. “My name is Jillian Holtzmann, virgo, avid-skier and I’m one hundred and ten percent jazzed to meet you.” Jillian shrugged her shoulders; leaning in to listen to her story. “Who can blame you for laughing, that sounds absolutely hilarious. However, you are more than welcome.”

     “Don’t worry about it!! You’ll be fine. I’ve only put one person in a coma once before now, and it wasn’t my fault....” She paused, before a small scoffing laugh passed her rose lips. ”Okay, it was totally my fault.... Just shoot straight and you’ll be fine.” Holtz watched carefully as the trigger was pressed, the gun fizzed and sparked out a few pathetic green and blue sparks. She emerged from her cover, tossing the mask back into her cart. “Oh... That’s not good....” Jillian grumbled, listening to the faint HISSING the gun was giving off. “I think it’s jammed. Let me tell ya’ that is NOT good news for us, pal.”

    “Blondie, I like that. That my new nickname? Do I get to come up with one for you??” Holtzmann smiled, leaning towards the strange brunette. “Well, I save the specially dangerous ones for the extra pretty girls, I guess you can say your one of these cases.” Jillian teased, sending the brunette a wink.

   “I’m fairly certain this is about eighty-percent safe. Just to ensure your safety, I brought along this.” Holtz removed a large neck brace from a shopping cart she had stolen from the closest shopping center. She placed it around his neck, strapping it tightly. “Now, basically this is a smaller, more compact but also nuclear, very possibly... ( highly unstable ) proton gun. If you would, I’d like you to fire it at that target over there, the one that’s painted to look like a ghost...” Jillian stepped away, pulling a large wielding mask out of the cart before stepping WELL away from the area, pulling the mask over her head for safety. “Whenever your ready.”

    The lid of her Pringles tube popped open with a single flick of her fingers. After a satisfying crunch as the parabola reached her lips, Holtz turned to the person next to her. “Hypothetically speaking, how much radiation do you think someone can be exposed too before it’s life threatening?? If you are interested, I may know someone willing to test these theories.” 

    “hohoho, your dead kid.” Holtzmann giggles, mostly to herself, sending her fingers towards him in the shape of a gun, letting out a small popping ‘bang’ sound with her lips. Jillian pushed the small frame of the circular glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Can I have your phone after you die, I can think of three good uses for that battery, and don’t even get me started on that liquid crystal display!!” 

    “Now that all depends on what your definition of interesting is.” Jillian winking in his direction. “I can give you a hundred great ideas, and only a few may end killing us both, but I like those odds.”

   “I don’t mean to alarm you...” Holtzmann leaned in towards the person that spoke, her hand lightly pushed across her chin. “I’m pretty sure we still have television, hotshot.”

Hello everyone! I'm Llana, I'll be playing Holtzy. I'm very excited to get roleplaying with everyone, but it's getting pretty late for me, so if you want to either send a message to me, or like this post and I'll send you a message when I can for plots or whatnot! I'm pretty chill and cool with whatever! Thanks!