<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/tumblr_myf53uHgJ11skorpxo1_500_zpslidaysyl.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong></div></td><td>   </td><td>Ezio Chrysos (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=244674.msg12094425#msg12094425)</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Location:</strong></div></td><td></td><td>Ezio's Loft</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Time:</strong></div></td><td></td><td>Day 001; Late Morning</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Tagging:</strong></div></td><td></td><td>Closed; Private</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Anything Else?</strong></div></td><td></td><td>n/a</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>There used to be a large stone Catholic church on the corner of what is now the Artist District in LA. The building still stood, even if it was no longer in use as it's intended purpose. It was still a religious site, but in a way that would have horrified the original owners. The nave was reminiscent of the original purpose. There were still pewes that formed seating for the 'congregation', though every other row had been removed to make more room, pads and pillows of varying colors and sizes covered the hard wood. Half of the stained glass windows were original, but the others had been replaced since Ezio bought the place, with scenes that had the art style of typical renaissance art like the others, but showing more joyous scenes of joy, inebriation, or simply nude lounging. The inside was adorned with flowers and vines, including the chancel, which had been cleared of any altar or crosses, and served as just a raised platform.<br/><br/>In tradition with most of Los Angeles construction, there was no basement. Above the cathedral ceilings was another floor, which used to contain the rectory and a meeting place for AA meetings or small church functions. The walls dividing them had since been broken down to open up the space, and outside of a few lode-bearing walls, that still offered wide empty windows, the floor was one large studio apartment. A small kitchenette off to one side seemed like an afterthought, compared to the small painting studio, framed with a tarp across the ground; a comfortable lounge area; and a large bed against one wall, the headboard and legs wreathed in vines. The belltower still loomed over in the center, a metal staircase leading up -- but the bell was long gone, and windows installed in the open spaces to allow a view, while keeping the place insulated.<br/><br/>Ezio was just waking up late in the morning, forgetting that there was even anybody in his bed until he heard the voice of the other man. He was a member of the 'Chorus', petitioners seeking membership in the Cult, but allowed some of the freedoms to explore it. The other man was still looking for wisdom and guidance, offering his take on the sermons on the previous evening. Ezio had offered some lessons on how growth came from tribulation, how every loss was a chance to learn, and like others before him, the other man was seeing all of his past failures and poor luck as positive encounters. It was early for Ezio, and he kept up the smile, feigning pride in the man's take, while trying to decide if he was up for another round.<br/><br/>He ultimately decided he wanted coffee more than sex, if the sex also entailed hearing the culmination of the other man's Psychology 101 course. He got up from the bed, pulling a soft robe over his body that was clearly more for comfort than modesty, given how he let it hang open. He moved to the small kitchen to start brewing some coffee, as well as a bottle of whiskey. He waited for the coffee to brew while glancing out through a stained glass window, offering soft but vague affirmations.<br/>