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Leo's personal home situated on the western side of Vatican City, it's a small apartment near a... You guessed it, church.

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#2010-02-09 03:25:01, as written by Syreaa

Leo paced quietly, looking out his window into the chilly Italian night. Business had been slow, as of late. Clients didn't seem to be pouring in... And he couldn't seem to find any of his usual guild members. Drifters; you can't trust any of them. Of course, Leo understood this. He seemed to be the most stable one of the bunch, always preferring to stay in the comfort of his home. He could stay some where nicer, but suspicions were high. With the rate of murders, planned, that is, on the unfortunate rise, Leo had to stay as "under the radar" as he possibly could... There was no need to make someone start... Thinking.

Pop! The floorboards were acting up; they hated it when Leo paced. In fact, his whole apartment seemed to dislike it when he took on a nervous demeanor. Agitated as he was, his mind was speeding around like an alter boy after mass. Surrounded by religion, Leo was constantly bombarded with the thoughts of Hell. If it existed, he stood at it's gates. Where the hell was Isabella? She had promised to be here by noon. The sun was far past noon.

Isabella had no concept of time, at least, that's how Leo saw it--or, at least, how he made sense of her horrible punctuality. Correction, her lack of punctuality. Tell her meet you at noon, she comes at dusk, meet her at midnight; Oh, did you say midnight? I thought you said midday! She would wriggle her way out of anything. Her crafty nature and over-all appeal were all in her favor--she was great at what she did. If they need an actress, she was their girl... If they need a thief... Well, she wasn't so great. She drifted in an out of the house, never really committing; she wasn't even a member of the guild. Women....

Leo closed his eyes and cracked his knuckles, resting his hands on the antique couch that took up most of the room within the make-shift meeting room; his now-empty living room. He could live on the bare essentials, but Isabella had insisted that he put in some sort of furniture. Heaven forbid he have a bare spot within the room. Damn women. He stared at the door and wished, hoped, waited, for anyone, anything, to ease his weary nerves.

Snippet #987

located in Leo's Home -- "Safe House", a part of The Murderer's Guild, one of the many universes on RPG.

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