Kat Zhang, Once We Were
The woman seemed to have been in a predicament. Of course, a woman has needs that must be fulfilled, although it wasn’t her labito that needed quelling. That had been mostly under control. It was just her own want of human contact that seemed to have gotten the best of her. She just wanted something that reminded her that she wasn’t alone. At least, not so alone.
Be it a passionate kiss, peck on the lips or a simple embrace. It didn’t really matter to her. It all would have meant the same.
Just one of those days it seemed.
"Just remember who’s getting your alcohol, kid. Don’t gotta reach into my pocket money for something I could easily get at a bar for free.”
"—It’s called a Hollow mask, chickadee. With it that baby can drink more and get over a hangover real quick. Usually use it for both, actually."
"—I can just hire some bastards t’get shit for me. Or stealing. I’ve got pretty sneaky fingers…”
"Unfortunately I ain’t got myself a Hollow Mask…So I’ll learn to deal with my hangover.."
"Oh, really now?"
"You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart."
"That was me when I fist became a Visored. If you really want t’a talk about shit-stains, at the time, anything related to Hollows were the proverbial piece of shit on the Soul Society’s carpet."
"Oi oi, Hollows ain’t so bad. I know a few of ‘em that’re pretty cool. I’d choose ‘em over those damned Shinigami any day."
No, seriously. Bite the character somewhere (
anywhere). See what happens.
If you want to make it worse for them, you can also detail how it is that the “hit” is to be completed (example: Make it look like an accident, Make it look like a suicide, Make it look like an overdose…) and they’ll begin making plans…