Siobhan Cooke

“And dashing is what we’re going for? When I complimented your outfit this wasn’t where I thought it would land us. Honestly, if only you had as good of taste in fashion as you do in realty.“

“Dashing is good! Very adventurous and daring.” Siobhan scoffed in fake hurt. “Well we can’t all have a wardrobe comprised of skinny jeans and leather jackets.”

“Yeah?” he looked at her in the mirror, “Suppose it would be good to have something other than my chef whites to wear,” Dante added in jest.

She ran her hands across his shoulder, smoothing out the fabric. “You deserve to wear something nice outside of work. When the restaurant gets its first James Beard, you need something to wear to the ceremony.” She teased back.

“You’re very kind, but I think I might look a tad over dressed seeing as I work in a bookstore and not an office,”

Siobhan pulled away and tsked him under her breath. “Come on now Helenus. There must be something, or someone, you want to dress up for.”

“Yes, usually with Sarah Harris. She isn’t here today, is she?“

“No,” Siobhan confirmed with a shake of her head. “Her daughter, Zelda, is though. If you were needing to talk to a Harris.”

“It can be flattering to some,“ Patch grinned. “I swear I’m not going to tell you that you could have been a model and ask you back to my place.“ Patch watched her movements as closely as he could without freaking her out. He has been wanting to add a female to his shifts, however, it’s been decades since he last took on a female shift and things have changed a lot since then. “To build a nasal and facial profile. Nothing nefarious.“

“Clearly you’re speaking as someone who’s never been cat called.” Siobhan snorted at that. “I suppose that’s a point in your corner.” She crossed her arms in front of herself and readjusted her bag. “To build a nasal and facial profile? What are you a plastic surgeon?” Or a serial killer... “Don’t you think using a natural face to advertise is a little deceptive?” His phrasing struck her as odd and she kept running it through her head until she realized what he meant. “Oh my god, you’re one of them aren’t you?” Siobhan didn’t have much experience with human shifters, but had talked generally to Adelaide about them as they searched.

Outside Area || Downtown

Patch was soaking up the sun, having been Underground with his friends for the entire night, when he saw caught a glimpse of something. Turning away from the sun, Patch looked to his left and smiled. The person passing by had the most unusual features that Patch had seen, especially for Chicago. He knew that he had to have it. “Hi, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude or creepy but can I get a photo of you? I’m a artist and I would love to capture you in this sunlight,” Patch asked, walking slowly up to the person. 

Siobhan stopped mid-stride and gave the man an unamused look. “How is asking a random stranger for a photo of them not creepy?” She took a step back as he moved towards her, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “And what would you do with this photo?”

“Is that, right?“ Neaera smirked. “It pays the bills and allows me to live lavishly.“

“Here, here.” She acknowledged, tipping her coffee cup towards her. “Luxurious independence is what every woman should strive for.”

“Oh no, it’s just Ms. Annamay. She’s my dream gal, Siobhan and she’s only two years younger. Chases after my heart, that one.“ Mike chuckled, resisting the urge to look over his shoulders. “It was a learning experience. I know I won’t be attending next year. University? I heard some talk about it but I haven’t gotten the full story.“

“She’s a looker, you might have to fend off her other suitors,” she gestured to an older man walking past them and towards the woman on the bench.  “I don’t blame you. I think I went a couple of years when I was younger. It never held much appeal for me either.” Siobhan laughed. “We haven’t gotten the full story either, or at least I haven’t. Apparently the Cats and the Jackals are trying to put something together for all supernaturals. Sam is trying to find a spot for the campus that doesn’t make anyone too uncomfortable. It’s been a process.” 

“Clan Jackal. The cities community center is a few miles away. There’s a few parks, Boys and Girls clubs, and salvation army centers in the area if your interested.“

“You can mop, if that’s what you want, and I’ll get the ladder out to clean the windows.“ Zack said, trying to hid his smile, especially since he didn’t really see her being the mopping type. “Here seems like the best bet.“

“I’ll have to check it out. Is the Boys and Girls club for humans as well or just supernatural?”

“Ireland is every beautiful. I visited Dublin, Limerick, and all thats in between but I’ve never been as far down as Killarney. My mate and I are from Melbourne. Ever been?“

“Monty schedule isn’t often concrete, sometimes patrols can lead tracking down clan leaders to deliver delinquents and coming up with coverup. I wouldn’t be surprised if you don’t see him until signing.“ Adelaide sighed, “We both just want somewhere we can be safe and settle down. We trust in each other to make that happen.“

“It is.” Siobhan shook her head. “Never been much farther than Europe. I don’t often get to travel, unfortunately.”

“And you’re not just saying you like it because you want to make a sale?” He countered, studying her features before adding, “Either way I’ll admit it sounds great. Especially the natural light. So many kitchens are like caves,” Dante shook his head, “I’ve never understood why,”

“If I wanted to make a sale, I wouldn’t show you a place that doesn’t work.” She shot back. “I’m not sure. Depending on the person the kitchen could be the least used in the house. I’ve had clients who order out every meal, and couldn’t have cared less about the kitchen size or space, let alone light.” Siobhan shrugged and kept up her pace. “Of course there’s barely any sunlight in this city anyways, so why wouldn’t you put as many windows in as you can get.”

“You could sell sawdust to a lumber mill. You’re good.” Neaera shook her head she was amused.

“What can I say?” She smirked and kept walking, the compliment putting some pep in her step. “I’m sure you’re just as good at your own job.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page. Oh, where are you and your family originally from?“

“That is absolutely music to my ears!“ Adelaide beamed, she removed her phone too and sent Monty a text message with all of the information Siobhan has told her about the place. 

“Ireland. Just outside of Killarney. What part of Australia are you from?”

“Follow me,“ Zack gestured. “I think you know this already but our community centers are non-profit and ran by a group of volunteers. Given children from low income families or those generally in need at place to hang out after school. Yes, we help with homework but we focus on keeping them entertain here and off of the street. Which bring us to…“ Zack smiled, opening the door for her. “Our recreation facilities. We have a outdoor pool, athletic and exercise equipment, indoor and outdoor basketball courts, a track and a playground.“

“The kids are all out helping with the other programs today while we and anyone else whose running late get to play maid and clean all this up. Sadly that includes the locker rooms too.“

Siobhan nodded as he spoke, having looked into it when she had originally signed up for her time. When she stepped in, she was hit with the smell of sweat and chlorine. “Is this all ran by the city, or just Clan Jackal?”