Sticking Out [Catherine, Elyss]

"...And don't you EVER put your grimy perv fingers NEAR my hair again, you sleezy old fart!" To some effect was yelled in Japanese as she jabbed a finger at the drunkard to scare him away from her, the older man having gotten a little too friendly and over complimenting of her bright, long hair. Thankfully, that was enough to spook the weirdo.

Fixing the frazzled locks, she walked off with quite a huff; sure, sometimes the people here got a good long stare in or even asked to take a picture, but it made her skin crawl with the occasional creep bold enough to think touching her was a good idea, she damn near full-body threw the guy into the nearest alleyway on instinct.

Ugh, now she was just in a bad mood. Maybe she should just get something cold to eat, like sea salt ice cream or something... Were ice cream joints even open at this hour? Probably, this wasn't some nowhere city.

Her eyes scanned the place with keen awareness before she proceeded, but the sensation of a spiritual pressure higher than what a typical person felt like caught her senses, there was the sense of it coming closer and then moving further away in... That direction. Her eyes caught a figure moving away, distinct red hair even under artificial lighting.

A scowl marked her light features; a Shinigami in Japan was as natural as fish in a pond, there was no shock, just annoyance. She needed something to let off some steam on, anyway - some low ranking mook was the perfect target to get picked at. An unassuming expression, she'd walk up and after the red head with enough of a casual air to look natural and unintentional, hands in pocket as she'd pull out her phone to pretend to fiddle with it, her greyed eyes looking up occasionally.

What the hell was she even doing, anyway? Doesn't she have ghosts to pluck away to their crummy castle in the sky, or hollows to kill? Who was she kidding, it wasn't like Shinigami were all too eager to do their supposed sworn in jobs. She wondered if this one liked playing pretend hero, too. Maybe, probably, looked too much like a sadsack to have that massive an ego though, maybe she just followed along with what her buddies did.

Not that she could detect any nearby except her...

"Shouldn't you be caving hollow's heads in or something?"

The voice would come from the top of a swingset, the deserted playground lit only by harsh overhead lights, making her figure standing atop the play structure all the more stark. Hands in pockets, chewing gum, she'd hop down to face the stranger on even ground, an unimpressed look in her dark greying eyes.

"Didn't know playground maintenance was in your guy's handbook, unless you're goofing off from your chores. Isn't there people dying as you walk around like some tourist?"

A slight taunting smile crossed her features, brows knit with some sort of underlying frustration.

With that lackluster response, she'd lean against the swingset's foundational bar with crossed arms and rolling eyes, muttering under her breath, "Yeah, sure, omnipotent til it's the most inconvenient for anybody but you."

But then she asked if she was a hollow. Damn were they getting stupider? She swore they were getting dumber, it wasn't like she ever came across one with anything smart to say so maybe her standard of expectation was a notch or two higher from rock bottom than she expected. A raised brow and hand on her shoulder would be the most immediate response to that,

"Let's say I am a hollow," She'd put that theoretical out into the world, shrugging her shoulders, "What're you gonna do about it, convince me, a dumb animal, not to eat people or something? Or are you gonna cause a huge public disruption with that otherwise illegal weapon trying to cut me down?"

An expectant look was on her face, she really was wondering what this mook's response would be.

"Ohh, a real scary one we got here," She'd speak with a bored, unimpressed tone, light brows turned up into a scrunch as she gently shook her head, "I'm really shaking in my boots here, really." From the sarcasm her voice oozed and her relaxed posture occasionally flicking through her phone as she leaned against the playset, she was definitely unimpressed.

"Oh, what I want?" She'd state with the flattest 'what, me?' gesture conceivable, "Didn't know the wants and needs of soppy little mortals even crossed your minds, well if you're really that curious: i'm in a pretty bad mood, fresh off a shitty day of work, and I saw something deserving of my ire in my way."

Once again, she'd give a taunting grin, "So again, let's play chance that i'm a Hollow - one that hunts down Shinigami. Or could I just be a plain ol human calling out your fake bullshit. Whatcha doin' about it?"