[setting: a cell, somewhere in Soul Society]
*A man in a white shawl sidles up to the bars of a heavily guarded cell. Those who are very keen in memory will remember this as Gin-- Ichimaru Gin, to be exact.*
Gin: Oi, O-cha. Makarimakka?
*Green eyes glare at him from a corner of the dark cell. Green, alien eyes.*
Gin: O-cha doesn't want to talk to her only visitor? This is what, the fifth time?
*His hands grip one of the bars. It looks more like a strangle hold than anything else, though.*
Gin: Go on, O-cha. Say something. <3
*An inhuman growl is the only response.*
Gin: Your family isn't coming for you, you know. We planned this very carefully. They think you're a toaster.
*The growl turns up, as if questioning.*
Gin: Yep, they think you're a toaster. n_n
*Out of the shadows lashes out a slimey, insectoid tail, beating against the bars. Gin jumps back and out of the way just in time.*
Gin: Sappari waya ya. This cell was designed with you in mind. And it's only temporary, mind you. Kurotsuchi's coming by soon to move you to wherever.
*The beating against the bars ceases with a whimper.*
Gin: Well, my time's up. Hona ne, O-cha. n_n
*And he walks away...*