brennan_icon.gif luther_icon.gif

Scene Title Bump
Synopsis Luther and Brennan cross paths again.
Date September 8, 2010

Battery park City

Battery Park City is a 92-acre planned community at the southwestern tip of lower Manhattan. The land upon which it stands was created on the Hudson River using millions of pounds of dirt and rocks excavated during the construction of the World Trade Center and certain other construction projects, as well as from sand dredged from New York Harbor off Staten Island. The neighborhood, which is the site of the World Financial Center along with numerous housing, commercial and retail buildings, is named for adjacent Battery Park.

Battery Park City is bounded on the east by West Street, which isolates the area from the Financial District of downtown Manhattan. To the west, north and south, the area is surrounded by the tidal estuary of the Hudson River. The development consists of roughly five major sections. Traveling north to south, the first neighborhood, the "North Residential Neighborhood," consists of high-rise residential buildings, a large hotel, Stuyvesant High School and the World Center Mall. Former parkland in the area was in the process of being converted into high-rise buildings before the bomb in 2006, and now much of the unfinished constructions lie in much the same condition as the ghostly footprints of the World Trade Center, surrounded by derelict cranes and construction equipment.

Much of Battery Park City looks to be in better condition that the majority of upper Manhattan, its streets relatively well tended and buildings in fair condition, though even this far south signs of structural damage to some roads and buildings from the shockwave and debris of the bomb in 2006 are still visible. Due to its location and relative security from the damage of the bomb, Battery Park City is one of the most expensive areas in lower Manhattan to live and features the highest growth rate of new construction. It is not unusual to see banners for Linderman Group sponsored rebuilding efforts and Maxwell Corporation signs on half finished skyscrapers.

Recent events have left quite a turn of topsy turvy events for the "formerly" homeless Luther. The man's gotten a chance to shave, shower, and grab some clean generic thrift store clothes, shirt and jeans combo. Contentedly, he stands outside of Redbird Security, positioned in as much ease as one who has finally seen some relief. Or, in his case, a shower. Amazing what just a bit of cleanup can do to change a man's feeling of self-worth. Granted, it doesn't make him any less homeless at the moment, but right now he is feeling like a million bucks. Well, no. Ninety-nine cents is more like it.


Make that ninety-eight cents as a 3 foot something crashes into Luthers legs with a squeal as she comes around the corner of the building. She rebounds, lands on her pink legging'd rear and looks up at him with big round blue eyes and brown hair all wild, barely tamed by the white barrette's. No more than four at the most.

"Hi Mister"

"Oof! Wh- Oh, hello there." Luther looks down to the young girl, smiling as he spots her. The expression he has is a fond one, like he's seeing something else. As with all proper adult procedure, he then looks up to find the appropriate parental unit accompanying the stray.

A mirror image to the one at his feet is running around the corner, skidding to a halt on pink sneakers at the sight of her sibling on the ground and obviously having run into someone. "Daaaaaaaad Dessy hit someone!" One tattling on the other and presumably Dessy, starts to pick herself up after her run in with Mount Luther.

Dad though, comes around the corner at a jog, jeans and ringer tee, to the rescue. He gives pause though, already worked up to apologize for his errant daughter when he stops, noticing who it is that she ran into.

By the time the identical twin of 'Dessy' appears to tattle on her counterpart, Luther has offered a hand to the girl to help her up. And once the adults run into each other again, albeit in a less literal manner, he straightens… or tries to, only to discover a pinch of pain. "Hellow I mean. Hello again," he manages slowly. "Yours?"

"Mine, only part of the brood" Dessandra is more than happy to be helped up before giving a far too friendly hug to a complete and total stranger. "We meet again it seems, and directly after an assault. Really, I'm terribly sorry, they get a little rambunctious" luther looks much cleaner this time too, and less beat up though the wince when he straightens, attempts to straighten, is noticed as he offers his hand out. "Brennan. Harve Brennan. If you have figured it out, I'm a doctor, listen.. have you had your ribs checked out? you took quite a beating the other day" The girls have gone behind the men, plastering their faces on the windows into redbird and seeing how flat they can get their noses.

Though he debates for a cautious second or so, Luther glances back to the girls, back to the man, and takes the doctor's hand to be helped up as well. "Luther," he answers finally. "And I'm, well, probably got a couple of cracked ribs. Nothin' that won't heal. Sorry you had to lose some good groceries." Standing up more fully, he brushes himself off some. "So you're out with your girls, Dessy and…?" Something to relate to. Something human.

"It's all good, just a broken jar of pickles. The marshmallow fluff survived enough to appease a pregnant woman" He shakes, once he's helped Luther up, a gesture to the one dressed in purple. "Genevieve, and you met Dessandra. Two of three. I'm giving mom a break before we take off. Listen, barring whatever that Miss Whitney may have said, and not that I know what she said, I have a private practice. If you want them looked at, I'm heading that way with the girls, we were going to get a taxi… My wife is working today so, she can take a look at it, if needs be, numb them up for you if you like. Make it easier. I'm no stranger to the delight of busted ribs" He leaves the offer out there for him.

Pickles, marshmallow fluff - there can be only one conclusion. "They're both quite beautiful," Luther comments about the girls with a not in their direction. Only when Brennan mentions Whitney, however, does Luther get reminded of what she'd said yesterday. The result is a thin-lipped frown and an inward debate filled silence. "And the last thing I really need is for you to stick me with something and send it off to the nearest hospital. Next thing, a bunch of DEA knock me down and out, right?" he eventually puts forth. The offer gets a sniff for smelling fishy.

"We're only required, if we take blood. Last I looked, busted ribs weren't something that you needed a blood test about" He tries to point out. "I'm also not in the habit of turning over people who haven't registered that I meet on the street" Brennan digs into a pocket, pulling out his wallet and when he pulls something out, it's a business card, numbers written across it. His wallet is tucked away even as the two angels keep up with making faces and leaving lip prints on the door of redbird, and he scribbles down his cell number and an address in Brooklyn.

"I"m a negator, that's my own ability, the girls over there, they're positive for being evolved and my wife, can snow over Brooklyn if she's in a really bad mood. My oldest, she's not evolved. Whitney is a patient of mine. If you need something, for the pain, or who knows what, you run into another group of folks who want to introduce their feet, and you don't want to go to the hospital, call." It's offered out to him.

Can't pass an offer up like that with such a reveal! With just a card offered out and no promise of government agents knocking down on his non-door, Luther nods in cautious agreement and takes the piece. There is no reveal of his own ability, but he isn't quite as spooked as before. "Thanks," he says with a quick flip of the card into one of the jean pockets. And at that, he looks back over to the girls to give the both of them a short, "Good bye girls, it was a nice bumping into you." Literally!

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License