People Who Hate Happiness For Helena

[Ezra Huntington]

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@polinshipper82

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My muse comes to yours after being assaulted. (TW ahead)

Helena knew she was taking a risk of sneaking out of the house. She changed her clothes, sneak out of Marylebone to SoHo to attend a party thrown by Mr. Henry Granville. She wanted to meet someone there to have a great time without the prying eyes of the Ton. She even changed her identity to Ellen Vick to avoid this going back to her parents. 

While she didn’t not find her friend, one of the men was getting too close to her and she told him no a couple of times. He slapped her across the face for the rejection and wanted to claim her. Luckily, she’s knew how to punch and hit him before escaping. 

Running across SoHo in tears, she doesn’t know how she will make it home. Before trying to figure out, she bumped into an officer from the Bow St. Runners. Scared and hurt, she collapsed and cried on the ground. 
Ezra Huntington

[Ezra Huntington]

Tag: @polinshipper82

you can run

BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

While street patrol was part of his duty as a Bow Street Runner, it was one of his least favorite things to do. It involved quiet nights, and keeping an eye out for suspicious behavior. Working on a proper case, leading an investigation at least exercised his mind and distracted him from the reality of his own life. And the pain that often accompanied it. But alas, he was left with no choice. There may be aspects of being a Bow Street Runner that he challenged, but patrol was something he had done ever since starting off as a new officer. And one day, when he took over as magistrate . . . he would never have to do it again.

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The quiet night offered nothing of interest as Ezra walked the street, up and down, the cool air refreshing and the temptation of going to the bar for a quick drink rather grand. But no sooner did he see a young woman running down the street. He looked at her, silently watching her as she seemed to be running from something -- or someone. Hunt's eyes went to the vacant space behind her, watching to see if anyone would follow. He fully expected her to stop when she drew closer but she collided into him. She was either too distracted or too upset to see where she was going. Or both. While he was unmoved, she collapsed to the ground. Ezra's eyes kept to the space she came from, searching for the slightest hint of a shadow or any movement. There was nothing. Satisfied that the threat was no longer upon her -- nor was the chance to apprehend whatever it was that put her in such a state, the Bow Street Runner crouched in front of her.

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He did not say anything at first, but instead, looked at her, piecing together what he could before asking questions so to avoid redundancy. There was a red mark on her cheek, indicative of being struck. Her clothes were not torn or dirtied and there was ever so slight redness on her knuckles. The story was starting to form in his mind. "Take a few deep breaths," he began to say, for clarity of mind was of the utmost importance when having to communicate such things. And the sooner she did, the sooner they would be able to resolve this. "Calm yourself." His voice deep and naturally composed with a calming undertone, without any attempt to make it so. "So that you can tell me what happened." The who and what most important right now so that he could retrace her steps which would hopefully lead to the source of whatever had caused her such upset.

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Helena took a few deep breaths before sobbing again. She knew what she did was foolish. Now she had to speak to him of what happened. What would her father think of this behavior? Ton or not Ton, if this gets out, she’ll be ruined. However, if she stays quiet, the assailant will strike again with another woman and would not be lucky. 

“I attended a party and someone was trying to ravish me. I told no but he slapped me. I had to punch him before I escaped. All I recall is his name is Cavender.” Helena sobbed in his arms, scared of this nightmare and embarrassment. “Please do not tell my Papa. He might send me away or challenge the man to a duel. I can’t let this happen to my Papa. He’s well respected in the community and I can’t let what happen tarnish that.”
Ezra Huntington

[Ezra Huntington]

Tag: @polinshipper82

you can run

BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

Ezra listened to her retelling of events, all of which supported the physical evidence of both marks he saw on her person: her cheek and her knuckles. While victims did not necessarily lie, there were occasions where they withheld vital information to protect themselves, their reputation or . . . their involvement in what happened where they may get in trouble for something. But the woman here gave necessary detail, inclusive of a name.

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With that, it should not be difficult to track the man down, and while his crime would not be punishable by death . . . something could be done to keep him from doing this again. Whether Hunt required taking justice into his own hands or not. While his expression remained steeled of any emotion, inside, there was always the anger that came with any such crime; the burning rage that remained suppressed until there was a time -- if there was a time -- where it could be unleashed. Not often did it happen but there were indeed occasions.

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He further listened to her plead with him to not tell her father, fearing the consequences of it and the potential tarnishing of her reputation. "Your father will have questions when you return home with a bruise on your cheek and reddened knuckles," he told her, unsure if she even realized the physical markings. So while he may not necessarily be the one to tell her . . . she would have to think of a way to avoid discovery on her own.

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"Who hosted this party?" He inquired. "Or if you prefer, you can take me there." Because either way, he intended to go tonight. It couldn't be that far considering she had reached him on foot. He wished to solve this case now, rather than wait so the decision lay with her if she wished to take him to the house, or if she would rather remain here and find her way back home.

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When the officer mention about the bruise on her cheek, and bloody knuckles, Helena’s fear took over. While her knuckles can be covered by gloves, she need to find an excuse for the mark on her cheek. 

“Is it horrible?” Helena asked, continuing to feel the sting from the slap. “I’m not trying to be vain. However, when my father ask, and I know he will ask, I can find a way to say another cause.” She rubbed her cheek, never expect any man to strike her. Not even her father would strike her whenever he becomes cross with her. 

“The party was hosted by Mr. Henry Granville.” She added where the party was taking place. “I was there to meet up with an apprentice of Granville who is also friends with him. The person and I met a couple of times and I wanted to meet him that isn’t in the prying eyes of the Ton. I don’t want to get him in trouble. He usually invite people he knows.” She sighed as she missed that person. “I am not sure if Phillip Cavender is a friend of the artist or someone else, but he was the one who overstepped.”

Helena looked at the officer one more time, scared. 

“My father is Dr. George Bishop. But keep it between us. I went to the party under an alias and don’t want to drag his name because I wanted to go on a small adventure.”
Ezra Huntington