barberbanshee:
Jasmine looked about the nearly empty room. She found a book that she need to get her hands on. Crescent City Books was the only one on the search that held a copy of Banshees, Werewolves, Vampires, and Other Creatures of the Night: Facts, Fictions, and First-Hand Accounts. She wasn’t sure if it would pan out but it was at least a place to start. Every since she came to New Orleans the voices seemed to be louder than usually and since her mother was still avoiding her calls. Jasmine had to start somewhere. She slowly walked up to the desk were the man was… sleeping? “ Are you guys open or… should I come back later?”
The wolf cracked an eye open, hands sliding effortlessly out of the cuffs as he sat up, eyes bleary. He’d barely slept the last few days. The heat outside had been awful and he hadn’t quite stolen enough to pay for a hotel room. “Oh, I don’t work here.” He replied, smirking to himself. “But it’s air conditioned and quiet.” A shrug followed the words as his eyes swept the room. “Looks like the person who does work here went out for a smoke break. But I’m willing to help you find something if I can.”
