[center][h1][color=rosybrown]Luca Petulengro[/color][/h1]
[b]Location:[/b] The church
[b]Tags:[/b] Caspar
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Luca had awoken early that morning to sound of rain pattering on the roof. His dark brown eyes squinted in the darkness as he reached for his bedside lamp. Luca, like many other people now, lived at the church. He, however, had lived here much longer than those who took up his offer to home those in need. His bedroom sat in a small upstairs area, once part of an attic. It was a little small, but his lack of belongings made it easier to live there. The walls were old, unpainted wood, and the furniture was mix matched. It was clear that everything here had been donated. 

He slipped out of bed and went to open his window blinds. The grey, gloomy sky didn't let very much light in. Luca began to change, slipping out of his sleep clothes and into proper wear. Since he wasn't planning on doing any gardening today, due to the weather, Luca found a pair of black slacks and a plain, white dress shirt appropriate. He pulled a grey button up sweater on over his shirt, covering every hint of skin save for his hands and face. Some people thought it was a bit strange for a young man to dress in such a way, but Luca always felt the most comfortable in layers. He despised the hot, summer days when wearing such clothing was absolutely impossible. 

It was six o'clock on the dot when Luca went to the large, oak front doors of the church to let the morning volunteers in. There was a group of four people, three women and one man, who brought home cooked dishes to feed those who lived in the Home Ministry section of the church. It was a newly built building attached to the back of the old brick one. It stuck out like a sore thumb, obviously not part of the original design, but it had been built with donated money and volunteers around the town, so who could complain? The new ministry was aimed towards those who had no place to stay and no one to go to. Many were old war vets, and some were mentally ill. Some had just been cast out into the streets. Whatever their story was, the church was happy to take them and try to get them back on their feet. The classes held for the ministry included basic life skills, how to pay taxes, go to job interviews, how to cook, ect. The religious teachings were mostly focused on the idea of hope through faith. 

Luca hadn't informed his church members, however, that he was somewhat misusing one of the section's rooms. It was one of the ones that was built for families: it was large with several bunks and enough space to house half a dozen people comfortably. He was allowing the local hunters, a group that he had been informed of through Father Walter's old journal, to stay there. Though, technically, they [i]did[/i] need a place to stay, so the purpose of the room wasn't quite lost. 

The whole 'supernatural' thing had hit Luca pretty hard. Suddenly, the world was strange and frightening again. He didn't know quite what to expect next. One minute he was building beds and dressers, the next he was being asked to banish vampires. Hiding it was the hardest part. He'd almost had to [i]lie[/i] several times to his church, and act he couldn't stand. Telling half truths was almost as bad. Luca found himself slowly becoming more and more like his old mentor: secretive and cryptic. He too was beginning to sneak around, leaving the church when he had hardly ever had the need before. His clergy seemed to notice, but just as with Father Walter, they never questioned. Luca suspected they probably knew better. 

Once the volunteers were off to the back, making sure the breakfast portions were being dished out evenly, Luca busied himself with some work. He slunk into his office to work on his next sermon for the coming mass. He remained unheard from for a couple hours until he reemerged to find something to eat in the kitchen. The kitchen set up was pretty industrial. Meant to feed unwards of 200 people at a time, it was armed with a cafeteria style food line, a walk in freezer, shelves and shelves of dry goods, and a refrigerator that was occasionally restocked. Luca opened it up to find a plastic tub of expired cream cheese, and that started a half hour cleaning spree of the entire thing. Once the fridge was clean and neatly arranged, the priest remembered why he'd come down there in the first place. He found a bag of grapes that he had set into the drawer labeled "fruits" and poured some into a cup. He turned, closing the stainless steel door behind him and headed back towards his upstairs nook to do some reading. He took a shortcut through the worship hall, where he was startled by a voice calling out. 

Luca jumped a little, his shoulders hunched. He relaxed a bit as he craned his neck to see one of the hunters, Caspar, slung across a pew. Luca approached, his footsteps soft. "Please don't speak so loudly," He corrected the man in his typical soft, accented voice. "I don't want anyone overhearing...[i]'hunting'[/i] plans here." Luca had been sure to look around before barely whispering the word 'hunting'. He was a bit of a ridiculous man.