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💬Ezra Huntington

[Ezra Huntington]

Tag: @missshaw
Note: Godmodded her a bit being upset and in the HQ so please let me know if you'd like me to edit.

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Tell me what you saw, for her sake.

While Ezra knew full well that there was nothing lucky or fortunate about murder . . . this particular instance made both things undeniable. Even if no one would say it, they were surely thinking it. They had an eye witness to the murder of a young woman, though she had been unable to talk, perhaps due to the trauma of it all. But Hunt knew that every moment they wasted, was another moment the killer got further and further away. And Ezra hated loose ends. He despised not being able to close such investigations. As if there was an itch in his very brain that he could not scratch. So he was not about to simply let the woman go on the account that she was too upset.

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Ezra had entered the Bow Street Runners headquarters where she had been brought to safety, having received word that they were be taking her home. But not before Hunt had a word with her. "She's with child, Sir," one of his men told him, standing in front of him to subtly block him. Ezra looked at the officer, his expression unchanged. As if her being with child somehow made a murder any less significant. "So?" He questioned rhetorically. Compassion was not always Ezra's strong suit. Side stepping the other officer, who made no further attempt to stop him, Ezra approached the upset woman. "Tell me what you saw, for her sake." For the sake of the woman who had been killed.

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Bridget had a long night at the modiste, working late to fix dresses. As she waits for her carriage to arrive, she saw a young woman been whisked away by a man. She heard screams as she couldn’t find someone to help her. By the time she bumped into someone from the Bow Street Runners, the woman was murdered. However, she got a good description of the man. 

However, this brought her back to one time before marrying Vincent where a man stalked her. And he resembles him. And it terrifies her. 

The magistrate asked what she saw for the sake of the victim. But trying to get the words out is hard. She needs to think of her child and how stress can harm the charm. 

“Tall. Grabbed woman. Scream. Trousers. Ran.” Bridget tells him with words, still traumatized that the same
man who stalked could be the same man who murdered the hopeless woman.

Ezra Huntington 

[Ezra Huntington]

Tag: @missshaw
Note: He's actually not the magistrate! He's just lined up to be the next Magistrate.

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BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

A tall -- presumably man -- in trousers. While it was more than what the others got out of her, it was still not enough. They needed more. More details. He watched her as she had trouble forming words enough to speak. Wordlessly, he got up and went into his office to get a quill, dipping it in ink, and a piece of paper. He returned to the main hall, handing both items to her. "Write what you can," he instructed. If she could not speak, perhaps she could write . . . or with any luck, if she had any artistic inclinations, perhaps she got sketch the man. But luck was seldom on the side of justice. "You are safe here," he further told her, knowing that often, some witnesses needed to hear that. Witnesses and victims he supposed.

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He handed Bridget the quill, her hands trembling of what she witnessed. At least if she could write, it will help them. 

I was leaving the Modiste, waiting for a carriage to take me home, when I saw a man took a woman to an alley. He was tall, with a light shade of brown hair with a small speck of gray, and a beard. His trousers were tan. I heard a scream from the woman, but I was too scared to run and check. She screamed twice before I heard silence. 

After, the man reappeared, his pants was undone and his hand blooded. He looked at me but quickly ran off. The same man stalked me a while ago from my shop. But I was able to get my carriage home. 

I’m too scared to speak because I am
feeling pain from the baby. I’m trying to remain call but it is difficult.

Bridget handed the written statement to him, hopefully this will help with the investigation.
Ezra Huntington

[Ezra Huntington]

Tag: @missshaw

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BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

Ezra's gaze followed her hand as she wrote out each word, taking it in and coming up with a plan to track the guy down. So by the time she was finished writing and handed him the paper, Ezra knew all that she could offer in this moment. Raising his eyes from the note, he looked at one of the officers. "Send for a doctor," he instructed. When Hunt's wife had been pregnant . . . he had tried to learn all he could regarding how best to take care of her.

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As unconventional as it may seem, they had not had the lifestyle of nobility and thus, he wished to be as involved as possible. Seeing this woman now, reminded him of knowledge that he had long kept contained, too painful to resurface though suppressed and never truly gone. And while he would still not offer it now, he could . . . understand. "What is your name?" So that they could find out which family she belonged to and surely, she would want the comfort of her husband. "As soon as the doctor comes to check all is well, we will arrange for your ride home," he further explained, so that she knew the next series of events.

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Scared, Bridget handed the written statement. She felt pain coming from her womb, she had to clutch on the table to manage the pain. 

“My name is… Bridget Bishop.” She stuttered as she is managing the sudden pain. “I live with my in-laws, Dr. and Mrs. Bishop. My husband is away.” She took a deep breath before trying to continue. “It hurts.”

Bridget looked up and continued to be scared. She wished her husband was home and not abroad. And while Dr. Bishop is a physician, he rarely deliver babies. The pain subside as she worry about her child. Is it too soon or is it time to come? 
Ezra Huntington