Luna Morgan

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[brooklynluna]

timberdemarco​:

Whatever Timber had been exposed to, nothing made her stomach roll more than the idea of tools for such a specific purpose–extracting the brain? No thanks. She was happy living in blissful ignorance of that particular organ’s workings. It could stay put. Wrinkling her nose, she finally tore her gaze away from the tool and the body, instead deciding to focus on her friend’s sure hand as it scrawled across the page.

“Anything to get Tommy the extra funds.” She muttered. Leaning against the counter, she crossed her arms over her chest. “I came to catch up. Shoot the shit, you know…” As much as that was the truth of it, her tone trailed with a secondary purpose.

Idly, Timber picked at lint on her sleeve. “…I was also asked to see if you’ve considered the gang’s offer any further. Since you’d mentioned money…”

Luna was not surprised with Timber’s visit to discuss business. She knew none of her friends would be willing to stick around while she worked in Louie’s underground infirmary... especially when there was an actual “patient” in there. 

The offer had always been in the back of her mind as it was quite tempting, especially in current circumstances. Riverside was in possible danger of being bought out to be turned into luxury housings. Luna could not allow it and throw away her grandmother’s sacrifices and services to the neighborhood. Though Finnnegan’s finances were stable, Luna could not be so sure she would be able to handle the business with her age. It took money to maintain and Luna was not so sure she could handle it even if she were to be a full-time coroner.

“Well, yeah, there’s always money to be made.” Luna closed the folder and set it down before rolling the body over to the cooler. “But, I would still have to think about it. It’s a huge risk and I could get fired if I get involved. Could you be sure that’s not gonna happen?”

[brooklynluna]

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“I’ve seen bodies before, Lu.” Timber rolled her eyes. It didn’t necessarily make it any easier to see one splayed out on some slab–beneath a pub, no less. That was something that would bug her every time she stepped foot inside Louie’s now. Timber had done worse before and to living men, but there was something about cutting them open when they were dead that left a bad taste in her mouth.

Luckily, she couldn’t claim this particular one. The less Luna saw of her own work, the better.

She wrinkled her nose as she rounded the table and redirected her attention to what she assumed were the man’s effects. “I’m talking about this.” Timber gestured to a couple of crudely fashioned weapons. “Apparently the real thing wasn’t good enough for him, so he made his own knife? Not like there isn’t a surplus out there.”

Shoving her hands into her pockets to keep from touching the merchandise, she rejoined Luna by the table, taking to leaning against it–more or less to keep from looking at the body. “So, this is your thing now? Commissioned by the Hospital, or is this extra credit?”

@timberdemarco

Luna continued to jot more notes down, filling out the pages that was to go in the hospital file. The process was quite tedious before she could get to the “good stuff” but it was protocol. She glanced at Timber and the display of medical tools she had laid out for the autopsy. “Oh... no, that’s to scoop out organs for examination and that one,” She gestured to a drill-like tool, “is a craniotome. It cuts a hole in a skull to extract the brain.”

After jotting down more notes, she looked through the rest of the papers to see how much left she had to fill out. Luckily she was almost done and could not wait to catch up with Timber. She felt guilty she rarely spent time with any of her friends anymore. Of course, it did not make it any better she had to meet up with her in such a place.

“It’s a bit of both. When the hospital morgue fills up, they send bodies here for me to examine. That way, they get quicker reports and I get to work in peace. And Tommy gets a little extra funds. Hey, at least I can get a drink upstairs right after a procedure!”

She gave a soft chuckle before she began rearranging the tools on the tray. “So, what brings you here?”

[brooklynluna]

“ is that what i think it is ? “ - Luna, from Timber (Let's play "let's watch Luna work on bodies") @timberdemarco​

Over the years, the Louie’s Pub basement has become more than a wine and liquor cellar. The extra store room next door went from an underground boxing venue, Tommy’s own storage space, overnight guests, to an infirmary. At first, it was to be an infirmary where Luna was allowed to study in peace for Medical School and where she could tend to any injuries and ailments the patrons came to her for.  However, little did Tommy guess what was to eventually become of it since Luna’s residency at the Brooklyn Hospital Morgue.

When the city morgues filled to capacity, several makeshift morgues popped up throughout the city. The Pub basement became such a place. As reluctant Tommy was at first, he was promised a cut of the hospital funds. Thus, Luna was able to take her “studies” to the only place she could work in peace.

Luna sifted through the papers in the folder that came with the new “specimen” that had just rolled in. She muttered to herself as she jotted a few notes, lifting the sheet to examine the bruises on the corpse’s neck.

“...49-year-old male, death possibly by asphyxiation...” She continued jotting more notes before she heard Timber walk in. 

“Yeah... Oh shit. Sorry, you weren’t supposed to see that.” She pulled the sheet over the body before putting the folder down. “Thank goodness I haven’t cut the poor guy open yet... So, what brings you down here?”

[brooklynluna]

spotsbrooklyn‌:

“So you’ll get Riverside,” Spot said raising his eyebrows. “You’ll be taking care of tenants as well as bein’ a nurse.” He replied, swirling the contents of his glass to smell the aroma. “You ever thought about sellin’ the place?” At least she could get money for her own place and to be able to quit her job at Louie’s and focus on herself. His girl never got a break.

Spot glanced over at the kerfuffle, his first instinct was to step in. Luna could handle it. He wasn’t one for saving a damsel in distress. He had too many girls who tried to get his attention that way. One even jumped off the bridge and into the Hudson! That’s why he liked Luna. She never sought his attention in stupid ways or begged him to take her to the flickers or Coney Island. Both of them were busy and they liked it that way. Spot, however, thought that Luna was getting a bit too busy.

“You need one, Lu.” He said as he downed his drink, nodding towards the blood. “Even Pulitzer gets a break, and he’s gotta make the news every day.”

“Selling the place?” Luna narrowed her eyes before pouring some vodka over a rag to wipe the blood off her. She glanced at him with a scoff. “Oh believe me, we’ve been getting offers. No one’s gonna want to keep that place affordable if there was an opportunity for more money to be made. Sure, it’s a lot of work but Grandmother sold her mansion just to buy the place and help out the neighborhood. I won’t take that away from her.”

Though she did not see it in his face, she could sense his slight concern. It was difficult to find some time alone for each other and Luna could not help but feel some guilt for not being able to make some effort to put her busy schedule aside. It was not the first time she heard that she worked too hard. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” With a roll of her eyes and a slight chuckle, she reassured him. “Besides, the only thing that’s changed is I don’t need to run as much errands as before. I have Kite to do that for me now so I guess it’s possible to take a break. Maybe you could too.”

[brooklynluna]

the-daily-mischief‌:

“Or something stuck in her butt.” Mischief muttered as she took a sip of her drink. The contents that she sipped almost exited her mouth, the alcohol dripping from the corner of her mouth. “Oh please, I’d take the latter, so long as Old Lady Winifred doesn’t find out.” Her laughter stopped as she looked back over at the billiards brawl. She rolled her eyes. Boys.

She swallowed hard as she noticed the blood dripping down the man’s face before turning her back. Her face went pale as she took her shot with shaky fingers. “I don’t know how you can stomach the aftermath of the brutal beating from Luna Morgan. Hell, I don’t even understand how you can read that medical stuff over your evening tea!” Mischief replied as she pushed her empty shot glass to the side.

Luna gave a shrug as she refilled her glass. “I dunno. I guess I just grew up used to seeing that stuff. I didn’t have much of a choice when I moved here. Finnigan used to take me to the hospital to help out and I got to see sights much worse than you can imagine. Now, I get to be around dead bodies all day and cut those open!” She gave her a grin before raising her own glass and taking a sip. “This morning, we got a guy who hung himself. A bone potruding out of his neck...” She paused before taking another sip. “Sorry.”

[brooklynluna]

spotsbrooklyn‌:

“Ah, and his second in command is much more submissive.” Spot’s trademark smirk gradually appeared on his lips as he gave a slight nod. “Either way, do you know what a beneficiary is? I can’t even spell it to look it up!”

Spot chuckled, shaking his head. “One of the days, you’ll take a real break. No work. No errands. No school. You work too hard, Lu!”

“Beneficiary is an heir to someone’s will. Mostly immediate family or relative that will inherit someone’s fortune when they pass. Investments, land, businesses... just as my gran inherited grand-dad’s businesses and estates. And when she kicks the bucket, I’m her beneficiary.” Luna gave a small grin even though the thought of it terrified her, it was unfortunately inevitable. 

Letting out a sigh and a roll of her eyes, she stepped out of the bar, broom in her hand. “Excuse me for a bit, Spot...” She sauntered over to a drunk goon harassing a fellow female patron and smacking his hand away before taking a swing at his head. It was not long before she shoved him out of the pub with a swift kick. She yelled out after him. “Don’t you come back until you know how to treat a lady! Shit...” She cursed as she found a little bit of his blood on her apron, heading back behind the bar and narrowing her eyes at Spot. “Now, you see why I can never get a real break?”

[brooklynluna]

spotsbrooklyn‌:

Spot raised his eyebrows and took his glass, holding it up towards Luna with a tired smile. “There’s always an excuse. I have half a mind to put black-draught in his coffee to see if the need to take a shit would speed up negotiations.” He said before taking a drink of the whiskey.

“You get a break tonight or are you studyin’?”

“I have a few other concoctions that would deem much more effective but I can’t promise he would be around to argue any further.” Luna gave him a sly grin, half joking, of course. Or was she? 

“Anyway, this is actually my break from studying.” 

[brooklynluna]

the-daily-mischief‌:

“Well, I have a bet goin’ on that you’re gonna have six guys tonight, and I’m doublin’ down that you knock one unconscious.” Mischief said, a slow smirk appearing on her face. She always loved spending time with Luna. She was the only one who was so hoity-toity and could actually take care of herself. The other girls whom she had to associate with, found their meaning in men (in more ways than one) and finding someone rich to marry. Mischief liked that Luna was living her own life without using Spot any man as a crutch.

“I have a sitting for The Ladies World and a photograph for a coco-cola advertisement.” She said. “Agnes wanted those jobs, and now she’s mad that I got them. I’m almost positive she’s going to wreck my things.”

Luna gave a small chuckle as she was pouring drinks for the other patrons. “Ah, that Agnes had no chance to begin with. She always looked like she had something stuck in her teeth. Besides, if she lays a finger on your things, I have some things you can slip in her tea.” She gave her a wink. However, something caught her eye past her at the billiards table. It looked like a brawl starting and one of the men was about to throw a nine ball at one of Spot’s boys. 

“I’ll be right back, doll. Looks like you’re about to win that double down...” She grabbed a hold of her broom and swung at the man, knocking him out before dragging him out of the bar with Tommy’s help. Heading back behind the bar, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, catching her breath. She poured herself a shot of whiskey, knocking it back before pouring one for Mischief. “Sorry you had to see that. That was one big fella. I haven’t done that in a while.”

[brooklynluna]

spotsbrooklyn‌:

@brooklynluna

“Whiskey, double.” There was no real intimate greeting, just a long sigh and his fingers running through his messy hair. He looked as though he didn’t sleep for a few days. He was having a rough time with the Robert Graves Wallpaper Company. They wouldn’t budge on their hours, and Spot had spent three days in a screaming match with the owner. 

“Damn, looking a bit rough are we?” Luna gave Spot a small smirk before pouring him a glass of whiskey. She let out a sigh, hiding the concern on her face as she grew worried for him more and more every day. Working as hard as he did to enforce factory workers’ rights, she knew he was capable of negotiating effectively. However, sometimes not without overworking himself.

“So, I take Mr. Graves still hasn’t settled on a deal.”

[brooklynluna]

the-daily-mischief‌:

Mischief slid into her seat at the bar, the scowl on her face to warn anyone to stay away from her. Her scowl soon transformed into a smile as her best friend came into view. She took the glass gratefully, taking a sip of the alcohol with a sigh. “I would love to be your date, so long as we dance the whole night. My ass—” She cleared her throat, fixing her posture. “My backside has been sore all day from sitting.” She hated this version of herself, but her clients demanded a pristine lady, and she must “practice, practice, practice.”

“How many times have you used your broom today?”

“Once, so far. A drunk bum started the party a little too early and tried to help himself behind the bar.” Luna chuckled, shaking her head. “Anyway, I can’t imagine having to sit straight all day. You can definitely use a night on your feet.”

Pouring herself a drink and knocking it back, it was nice to be back home for the Holidays, catching up with her friends. She was highly proud of Mischief, seeing her in advertisements in the papers, and though the fashion magazines was of little to no interest to her, Luna began purchasing such magazines in support of her friend. “So, any new artists or publications on the way?”

[brooklynluna]

"Hey, Luna! My sitting session ended early so I can actually do something, especially for the New Year! So...what are we doing tonight?" @the-daily-mischief

After quite a dull day at the hospital, Luna was glad to be back at Louie’s, helping Tommy out for the New Years Eve rush, organizing the bottles. “Heya, Mis!” She beamed, taking a whiskey bottle and pouring her a glass. “I gotta help out for a bit tonight but there’s a bash at Prospect Hall and Mick’s hosting! Wanna be my date?”

[brooklynluna]