Jilly Kitzinger

[Have a very cheerful Jilly, dressed all in green, in the sort of outfit one would expect from an elf.]

Hello everyone! My name is Jingle Belle Christmas Cheer the Third, and I seem to have gotten lost in your lovely village! Has anyone seen eight reindeer running about? Or maybe an abandoned sleigh?

[Audio to start. Why? Because Jilly has just woken up up from her coma, and no one needs to see her in a hospital bed, sans red lipstick.]

I was going to ask why I'm waking up in the hospital.

But I think I'll ask about this instead.

[She turns on the camera, which is pointed at her legs beneath the blanket. Or at least what should be two legs beneath a blanket. What we see instead are two miniature mountain peaks and a snow-covered paradise. The fairies have turned her bed into a winter wonderland. A pair of fairies are racing down her bent legs with miniature skis. Three additional fairies are building a snowman. Another fairy is on her back making a snow angel. Other fairies are throwing snowballs at each other and letting out high pitched squeals.]

Anyone care to tell me why I've been turned into a snowglobe?

[Jilly is clutching a heeled shoe that has obviously been used to stab something or many somethings - the entire heel is soaked in blood and gore. She's got a black eye, a bite mark on her cheek, and various blood spatters on her dress. It's impossible to tell where she is; everything around her is dark, save for what can be illuminated by the light from the communicator.

She quickly pushes her disheveled hair out of her face before leaning forward to address the camera.]

So, this? I AM OVER IT. Admiral, get your ass out of hiding and do your job!!!

User Name/Nick: Lita
User LJ: beautiful_void
AIM/IM: srsorionblack
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Other Characters: Sirius Black, Viserys Targaryen

Character Name: Jilly Kitzinger
Series: Torchwood: Miracle Day
Age: ~30 (It's never stated)
From When?: Jilly comes to the Barge between the explosion that seals the Blessing and the end of the series, where we see her once more being recruited by the mysterious 'Blue Eyed Man' to work for the Families on 'Plan B.' During this window of time, she's trapped in Shanghai with no means of returning to the United States. She eventually sells her jewelry to pay for the trip home. Before she would have done this in her canon, she comes to the Barge to work as a Warden.

Inmate/Warden: Warden. While she works as a PR rep for a pharmaceutical company looking to profit off of the Miracle that made the entire world immortal, and later for the Families that made the Miracle happen, Jilly isn't entirely a villain. She's ambitious, talented, shrewd, and she has a somewhat jaded view of the world due to the clientele she's worked with in PR. When Torchwood finds out that the Families have engineered the Miracle, making the world immortal, to take control of the banks and basically the known world, Jilly supports the plan, and explains it to Gwen Cooper by saying, ‘Listen. You can bleed your liberal heart all over the place. But are you really going to tell me the world was working before? Because I have worked for the rich and the powerful and the obese, I have stared into the high end of Western society and let me tell you, it is like shoveling an open sewer. These families, they want to make the world fitter. More compact, more disciplined. And I like the sound of that. That sounds like salvation.’

She'll be a dedicated warden because she's all about the job. She's already worked for a shady corporation and the mysterious Families. Working for the Admiral will be a natural progression. She'll want to do a good job and advance, which means she'll want to graduate her inmate and make sure her inmate is seen in the best light possible. Her deal will most likely be for a new life - something she desperately needs after she's forced to fend for herself in Shanghai. She has experience working with corrupt, wealthy clients and with criminals, so she will be able to hold her own with an inmate.

Item: Tablet computer.

Abilities/Powers: Jilly's a regular human being, so she has no special abilities or powers. She's very good at putting the spin on a situation.

Personality: Jilly is a go-getter. It was nothing for her to fly from one end of the country to another to meet with people that she wanted to become involved with PhiCorp. She flew to Atlanta from D.C. to meet up with Oswald Danes, even after he rejected her first attempt at becoming his representative. She lets nothing stand in her way. She's relentlessly perky. Even after Danes tore up her business card, she gives him a big, nose-crinkling grin as she takes her leave. When Dr. Juarez didn't want to give her the time of day, she used Juarez's own words and experience to turn the situation around. In the end, Juarez took her card. She does her research. If she's out to bring you into the PhiCorp fold, she will know everything about you. She’s persistent; even when she was told she failed her test after arriving in Shanghai, instead of leaving, she sat down and made, as the Family member told her, ‘a nice recovery.’

She is incredibly ambitious. When she's first approached by the Blue Eyed Man (he's never named), he tells her that she's being noticed. She asks, 'By whom?' and he responds, 'The right people.' Her response is simply, 'Good.' She doesn't press further to find out who these right people are. Later, after he outs her new intern as a CIA agent who was spying on her, he shoots the girl right in front of her and simultaneously brings up a promotion. At first, she's horrified. 'You shot her,' she says. He brings up the promotion again. She says she can't believe the intern was CIA. The Blue Eyed Man asks her to focus and once again says she's being considered for a promotion, far above PhiCorp. He asks if she's interested. She asks who they are, and he tells her they're a family business. She gives the matter barely a few seconds thought before saying, 'Yes.'

Jilly made it perfectly clear that she loathed Oswald Danes, the pedophile/murderer she managed during his brief run as the Miracle poster boy/PhiCorp spokesperson. She told him to his face that it was his hands, that she couldn’t look at them, because she knew what they had done. As he gets upset because he wasn’t given the dressing room he was promised at the Miracle rally, she says, “Careful with the bloodlust. It’s showing,” and then immediately turns her back on him to take a phone call. When he performed well in front of an audience, she would cheer and become ecstatic, but this was never because of the man himself. This was because his success reflected well on her. Her job was to manage him, to supervise him for as long as PhiCorp found him useful. When a crowd started throwing bottles at Oswald on camera, she became irate and made a phone call demanding that the cameras be confiscated, because she wanted that footage. Again, this wasn’t to protect Oswald Danes. This was to protect PhiCorp and herself. It’s all about the job.

When Oswald asked her to get him a woman, she asked ‘how old,’ because Oswald is a pedophile and she wasn’t going to pretend otherwise. When he said he wanted a woman of legal age, it was obvious she didn’t believe that was what he really wanted. When he went even further and asked for a redhead, most likely to get a rise out of her, she said nothing. She calmly tells her new intern, when they’re alone in the next room, to get her a sandwich, and if she did a good enough job with that, she could find her a prostitute. Jilly can basically take whatever she’s given and go with it. She gives the impression that she’s seen pretty much everything, and given her line of work, and her declaration about the ‘rich and the powerful and the obese,’ she probably has.

She is always incredibly put together, with her bright red lipstick, fashionable clothing, and handbags. As one of the Family members tells her when she asks why she was picked, she’s a ‘storyteller.’ ‘Look at you. The nails, the coat, the lipstick. From the moment you walk in the door, you tell a story.’ Everything about her in a given situation is a calculated act. Not just her clothes, but the way she makes her entrance. When she enters the elevator where Oswald Danes is being escorted by a police officer, she asks for the time, claiming her watch is broken, and how silly of her not to remember to change the battery. You only have to change it once a year, say at Halloween or Christmas, but then you’re too busy thinking about candy or presents. When she’s looking for an in with Dr. Juarez, she asks to borrow a cigarette, then goes on to say you never really ‘borrow’ a cigarette, you steal it. ‘I’ve just stolen your property.’ She likes to be underestimated, if that’s what gets her in the door. If she needs something more, she’ll talk about the commencement speech you gave last year, and how if you really want to focus on field work, everything is field work in a world gone immortal, as she did with Dr. Juarez.

She knows flattery will get you everywhere, and that’s how she starts things off with Oswald, commending him on his ‘performance’ in front of the camera, when he openly sobs and says he’s sorry after the news anchor puts up a photograph of the twelve year old girl he murdered. When he claims it wasn’t a performance, she’s quick to say, ‘Right, no, of course.’ When she tells him he has a high media quotient and he interprets that as meaning everyone hates him, she informs him that he’s trending with the hash tag #forgive on Twitter, and that he’s really ‘quite good.’ When she finds out he didn’t get paid for the interview, she implies that he could be making a lot of money if he was properly represented. In short, she knows how to read a situation or a person.

She is the queen of spin. This is why she was chosen to write history by the Families. When Oswald discovered that a Category Zero was created to send criminals to the ovens used to dispose of Category One catatonics, she tried to put a positive spin on the situation, saying he should view the time he had as an adventure, and that it was bound to end sooner or later (he had been receiving a lethal injection when the Miracle began, and thus survived it). When he smacked her across the face, she lost it. But she didn’t fall on the hotel bed sobbing or begging for mercy. She shrieked and threw herself on him and attacked him right back. When he ran away, she yelled threats at him down the hall. Instead of going to the police, she planned a press conference. She was going to out the most recognizable man in the world as exactly what he was. She was going to ruin him. She was going to tell everyone that he was out there, on the run, with the same base urges and criminal tendencies that had put him in prison in the first place. And that’s Jilly. She isn’t a wilting flower. She’ll be sweet and bubbly and feign that she’s a bit of a ditz, but you lay a hand on her, and she’s a tiger. A tiger that eats revenge and drinks your tears.

In terms of working for the Admiral and having her own personal inmate, Jilly will transition rather seamlessly to life on the Barge. She's already had her own inmate in the guise of Oswald Danes. She's already worked for a mystery organization in the form of the Families. When she saw the Miracle for the first time, a giant gap in the Earth that was said to show you who you really are (and sometimes drove people to suicide), she was delighted. The Miracle told people things, and it told her that she was right. I think she'll adjust quickly to finding herself on a ship floating through space. She'll make a study of the people on board that are of interest. There's no longer a corporation to please, so she won't be recruiting people like she did Danes or Dr. Juarez. But when she has an inmate, there's nothing saying she won't 'recruit' people she finds in her inmate's best interest. Or people she thinks will be of benefit to her as she seeks to advance/graduate her inmate.

History: History

Sample Journal Entry #1:
[The communicator makes her think of the 4G phone and prototype tablet that lying intern was supposed to get her. Blue Eyes could have been a little less trigger happy with the CIA agent. It wasn’t like she was telling little Miss Yamawhatever anything. She was an intern. A getter of sandwiches (for her) and prostitutes (for the pervert). Before Jilly starts the video transmission, she checks her lipstick and fluffs her hair. She’s chosen a simple green blouse for this first contact. Green always works on a redhead. Satisfied that she looks presentable, she pastes on a smile and starts the transmission.]

I’m Jilly Kitzinger. [There’s no clever opening because she doesn’t know exactly who she’s dealing with. When in doubt, go straight to the point. But do it with a smile.] The Admiral’s brought me on board to work as a warden. I’m sure you’ve heard this a thousand times before. I’m here, I’m ready to work, blah blah blah. [She makes talking mouth motions with both hands as she says the ‘blah blah blah.’] I look forward to meeting my inmate. [Anyone would be better than Oswald Danes. She flashes a bright smile and ends the transmission.]

Sample Journal Entry #2: Filtered to Inmates

[Video, naturally. She's wearing a bright yellow dress and is mid-laugh as the feed picks up.]

Inmates. Inmates. It's no wonder so many of you have been here for years. Not a one of you knows how to play the game. You're at a chess tournament playing football, for God's sake.

I don't suppose there's any money here, is there? I suppose you people barter for beads or moonshine or something. I don't need money. Money on a boat in space isn't buying me anything. What will buy me a future is remembering who I am, and what I'm good at. What I'm good at is helping people like you. The people I helped before I came here didn't like to think of themselves as criminals. They preferred fancier titles like CEO or President, but none of them were any better than the worst of you.

I'll have my own inmate one of these days, and then I'll be quite the busy bee. For a limited time, I'm offering my services on a broader scale. I'm good at what I do. I won't be your warden, so don't come to me expecting candy and presents. What I can do is help you with your image. I can help you know how to address the public. Don't think how the Barge views you won't come into play down the road, when you finally decide you want off Ghost Ship here. It will.

Sample RP: [3-5 paragraphs, 3rd Person POV]

Jilly peered out between the gap in the faded curtains. Like clockwork, the man in the suit strolled down the sidewalk opposite her hotel. Every hour on the hour for the last three days, he walked around the block, and then he stopped and stared at her room. When he started to turn her way, she backed away from the window and sat down on the narrow bed. It squeaked beneath her weight.

She’d love to track down the Families and tell them where to stick it. She fell back against the dragon-print comforter. After the explosion, she made damn sure that soldier boy and his bitchy Welsh girlfriend were long gone before she rose from the debris. Somehow, she had managed to escape with minor burns. She could have died. All because that crazy bitch wanted to stop the elevator for an immortal soldier! He wasn’t going to die! But they could have!

She had treated herself, because she was afraid to go to a hospital. She didn’t know what was going to happen now that the Miracle was over, now that the Families had been bested. Oswald had blown himself up and taken the woman with him. She didn’t know how to get in touch with anyone else. Blue Eyes wasn’t here. She was completely alone, and her funds were dwindling. Whatever tab the Families had been using to pay for her room, that was gone. She was entirely on her own. Her one way ticket to Shanghai wasn’t going to get her back to the United States. If the CIA was watching her, her funds were probably frozen.

She was, to put it bluntly, screwed. Screwed and mortal, and the world was still greedy and fat. She went to the window and peered out. The man was still there. I need to get the hell out of this God-forsaken country, and I need to do it now.

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