Waiting (Gia, open)

[Vincent]

Vincent stood besides the elegant fountain which made the Palazzo dei Priori famous. His dark form seemed to directly contrast the brilliant display behind him, the water of the monument lit up spectacularly during the evening hour. It was perhaps the darkest nights that Volterra had experienced in quite awhile for the moon was completely new, not a sliver of light shining down from it. Vincent enjoyed this lack of light, being able to see just as easily without it.

Tonight, he was wearing his usual "work clothes". A dark cloak surrounded his body, its interior a deep shade of red. Dark leather clothes beneath it made him almost impossible to detect at night, especially on a night such as this. If it weren't for the fountain, he would be one with the darkness. Despite this, he was waiting to be found by someone, a client. Apparently, he was to receive an item, which was to be delivered elsewhere upon a later date. It was a far more simple job than Vincent normally took on, but after recent events, he was a bit more uneasy about taking on the more life-threatening jobs. Cold feet? Hardly. The day Vincent Delacroix was afraid of death was the day Hell would freeze over. Sighing, Vincent checked his watch.

"Whoever it is...they're late..."

[Giannine]

Life had taken an unexpected [but not entirely unwanted] turn lately for Giannine Bellisario. And with this turn came conflicting thoughts, but they always pointed to the optimistic solution. Of course, solitary walks were normally taken when one has such deep and profound thoughts that lead right back to the solution one started out with. Which is why Gia had turned to the Palazzo dei Priori to gather her thoughts. The fountain there normally helped her clear her mind of the . . . less than pleasant thoughts. Or the more than pleasant, just overly inappropriate for public thinking, thoughts.

Overhead no light shone, for the moon was new, and although there were stars in the sky, the lights that emanated from Volterra blocked them from view, creating a shadow for the Palazzo. Which didn't matter in the slightest, since Gia could see perfectly fine anyways. It wasn't a night for clubhopping, so she had opted for simple clothes: black jeans, a black turtleneck, boots, and a simple jacket. And the necessary accessories: three daggers, hidden in her sleeve, thigh, and boot.

While walking, it was impossible not to notice the other figure nearby. The breeze was against Gia, so she couldn't catch the scent of whoever it was, but a low voice caused her to freeze.

"Whoever it is . . . they're late . . ."

Biting her lip anxiously, Gia wrinkled her forehead while frowning. She understood Vincent's job, had accepted all the risks, but she didn't have to like it. A wry smile appeared on her lips. He had wanted her safe, this she knew, but her being nearby while he was conducting his "business" was anything but. Glancing around, she heard the footsteps of another person heading in Vincent's direction. It was ridiculous for her to worry, seeing as vampires bodies were harder than marble, but she had seen the scars. Better safe than sorry. Opting for a darker spot, Gia ran over to the shadows, a mere blur to normal eyes. Watching the alley that the footsteps were coming from, she leaned against the wall and waited.

"I suppose I have rotten timing," she whispered in a tone that Vincent could hear. "I'll stay out of your way."

[Kathleen]

I could see him standing directly next to the fountain and I instantly knew it was this guy that I was here to see. I had my orders, deliver the package to it's courier and accompany it to it's location. No mistake could be made, and my life depended on it.
I took the package out of my inside jacket pocket and continued towards the dark figure. He was supposedly the best, but we would have to see. I wouldn't let him out of my sight throughtout the whole journey. It was just a good job i didn't need sleep.

"I'm sorry I'm late," I was only a fraction of a second late but to a vampire it was noticable. "Traffic." I joked.