Hit A New Low [Private]

Location: Karakura Town, Karakura Police Station; Jail Cell
Time: 3:45pm
Kami. Could this day get any worse? The white haired female within the small jail cell didn't think so. Humans always rushed to such stupid conclusions, sometimes Kyoko wondered why she bothered. A sigh peeked between and out from thin lips, exhaling outwards shortly after. This was starting to be such a pain in the ass. First, she had just come back from Shanghai having met someone rather strange indeed. Secondly, having to fight off various hollow that decided to pop up once she was in town. And thirdly.... now this!? Sure, Kyoko knew she could easily break out of her within her spiritual form, the question was how to explain a rather dead looking body or simply an empty gigai to those who were human. It just wasn't worth the risk, it wasn't like she had much to do today anyways. But, dammit, that wasn't the point! Why was it always her that got into these situations?

"Because someone up there doesn' seem ta like ya? Ya have terrible luck? Or maybe yer brain's gotten numb 'cause you think too much Kyo-chan?" Came the unmistakable voice of her Zanpakutō Spirit, Dokuga; within her head. Grumbling outwardly, Kyoko despite her right mind protesting against it, did briefly think as to what Dokuga had said, before shaking her head rapidly. That freaking idiot! "Shut up, idiot." The gunner quipped with a brisk tone. Sure, she knew it was her Zanpakutō Spirit's habit to annoy with her when he felt like it. But now wasn't really the time for fun and games, considering she was locked up and all. Right now, she had been told she would be locked up for at least three days. Three days! So much for getting back early and meeting up with a few member of the Squadron. Great. Just peachy. The approaching presence of another drew the former Shinigami out of her constant thoughts, as she could do nothing but wait for this person to approach her. She was the only one in the cell blocks in this corridor after all. But on top of that, they seemed so very familiar, and that in itself worried the white haired Vizard greatly.