Quick Notice & Sudden Pursuit
If you're good at anticipating the human mind, it leaves nothing to chance.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on May 16, 2021 22:50:25 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED This was not exactly Ezra's preferred type of case. There were very that actually peaked his determination of important. Stolen jewels -- even family ones -- were not of importance to him. But alas. He was hired for a job by the Bridgertons and he would ensure he fulfilled his duties diligently. He was approached by the eldest son, and informed of the stolen jewels. They also both agreed that it be best this remain quiet, so not to alert the other guests. Those who possessed them brought expensive and extravagant jewelry for the various events throughout the week, and so there would be panic if word got out that there was a thief amidst them. Therefore, Ezra was determined to uncover the thief before they had the chance to take anything else.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ He had some suspects in mind, and was heading over to one of their rooms right now. A middle class man, who apparently had a large debt due to his gambling ways. The perfect suspect, but certainly not the only one. Ezra would eliminate the list of suspects one by one. Lacking time -- or desire -- to get the other Bow Street Runners he made his way down the hall and whether it was luck or misfortune, he saw Emmeline walking in the opposite direction that he was heading. There would be a point where they would cross each other, but he had other plans.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ Perhaps she could be useful -- for the first time ever. Or at least that was the case in his mind and of his opinion. As they would have just walked by each other, Ezra took the opportunity to seize her by the arm, turn her and pull her alongside with him. The door to the suspect's room was only a few feet away and once they arrived there, he let go of her arm. "You are to look at see if anyone approaches. If they do, alert me." He paused for a moment. "Subtly." With that, he unlocked the door to the room, and opened it just enough so that he could step inside.
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Post by Emmeline Denford on May 16, 2021 23:35:23 GMT
She had seen events such as these before, but never got to attend as a guest. However, as her connection to the bow street runners, and her distant noble relation became apparent, she was invited. She assumed it was something about even numbers--however she wasn't complementary sure. Still, it was nice to visit the estate.
Seeing Mr. Hunt walking toward her, Emmeline smiled and her hands moved from her side to clasped in front of her. Ever since Mr. Hunt had been injured, she had since realized the error of her plan. Or well, come to realize she could not let it bare fruit.
"Mr. Hunt," she greeted, but he grabbed her arm and began pulling her the other way. Surprised she quickened her pace to match his so he would not drag her. She was what?! He unlocked a door and slipped in. With wide eyes, She pushed the door a little more opened and looked around to see if anyone was here. "What are we looking for?!" She asked in a loud whisper, before turning to stick her head out of the door and look both ways, and then back to him.
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Quick Notice & Sudden Pursuit
If you're good at anticipating the human mind, it leaves nothing to chance.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 1:20:16 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Once he entered the room, he went immediately to the dresser, opening the drawers and feeling underneath the folded fabric. Though of course it did not take long for Emmeline to start asking questions and . . . looking in the wrong place. "I said subtly," he told her. "And you are supposed to be looking in the hall, not at me. Go, be subtle." He was not one who struggled to articulate himself by any means. But he also found himself less . . . genuinely irritated by her. And more so, feigning it to perhaps keep up the front. To prove that he was not one who could be so easily affected.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ Despite them having 'worked' together for quite some time now. He did not know what was left there in the absence of irritation, nor did he choose to explore it. Perhaps he could trick his own mind into believing he was still annoyed by everything she did. It was far easier that way than admitting anything else. Bringing himself back to the moment, he had a feeling she would be dissatisfied without proper response. "I am looking for stolen jewels," he explained, hoping that answer to her question would get her to focus on being a lookout.
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Post by Emmeline Denford on Dec 24, 2021 1:36:28 GMT
Subtle? She was being subtle! She looked and hid. What was subtle if not that? Putting her hands on her hips she waited for him to continue, and then her eyes widened. "Really? You think this person stole them?? Whom jewels did they steal?" She looked around, but did not know who's room this was. "Who's room is this?" Turning to the door she opened is again and looked both ways before shutting it and walking over to where he was looking. "I can help look. I know where ladies--" girls "--would hide things." Was this even a ladies room?
"Was it a ruby? Or diamond? Oh! Was it a sapphire?!?" She asked, not moving to look but seemingly excited by the idea. Wait! She was helping a runner, she was practically a runner right now too! How exciting! She felt giddy, and light. Wringing her fingers together she looked around the room with quick eyes that did not still enough to really take in her surroundings. "Where should I look??"
She hurried over to a chest and opened it, moving some of the clothes to the side to look (not feel around) and see if anything was there. "Should we have a plan if we are caught?! I could pretend to faint! Or we could have in the changing room and listen in! Or pretend to be the owner of the room and . . . . " Her cheeks blushed as the idea of pretending to be married crossed her mind. Turning her eyes to look over to look at him she tried to decide on if she was still the bold flirt or if now she should stop pretending. " . . . or you could kiss me and pretend they interrupted something." Looking down she pretended to dig some more so she didn't have to SEE his reaction.
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Quick Notice & Sudden Pursuit
If you're good at anticipating the human mind, it leaves nothing to chance.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 2:04:21 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED She kept talking . . . and talking . . . and -- bloody hell -- talking! He had thought answering one question would satisfy her but it had backfired in that she instead, asking a dozen more to follow it. Perhaps Ezra should have known better. And yet, the fact that he could not anticipate what she was going to do had always made her . . . infuriating. Intriguing. No, infuriating. Though deep down, he knew that it was indeed . . . intriguing. Despite the fact that he would never admit it. He practically ignored all of her questions, more focused on searching the room but could not do so with all her inquiries, and the fact that she was opening and closing the door . . . and distracting him from what he should be doing. What he was hired to do.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ " . . . or you could kiss me and pretend they interrupted something." This statement caused Ezra to finally pause, properly turning to look at her. She had already been concocting a plan in the event that they should get caught. He almost wanted to ask her if that was what she wanted for she was on the path of doing so with doing the exact opposite of what he had instructed. But now the mention of them kissing, did indeed bring him pause. He began to approach her, walking directly in front of her, moving forward which prompted her to move back until her back was pressed against the closed door. His own body, practically pressed against hers. He leaned forward, eyes locking onto her own, falling to her lips for a moment before returning to her gaze.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ He parted his lips ever so slightly, close enough to smell her intoxicating perfume, to feel the warmth of her body. Leaning closer, and closer, his hand reaching out . . . "Go be the lookout." Reaching for the handle of the door he pushed it open and pushed her out into the hallway, and promptly closing it once more. But he did not move from it. Instead, he continued to have his hand on the handle, his forehead brushing against the door as he closed his eyes for a moment. As if to brace himself. For had he not pushed her out when he did . . . the temptation to give in and kiss her, would have been far too great.
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Post by Emmeline Denford on Dec 24, 2021 2:31:27 GMT
He moved closer toward her, and Emmeline looked toward him. Her lips felt dry from her deepened breathing so she wet them with the tip of her tongue. He moved closer still, and her face tilted up to keep looking at him. His tallness that had once been imitating now made her feel something all together different. Something that lingered over her and in her even after he was not longer there. She had not even felt them move until her back touched the door. She could almost taste the sent of him he was so close. Her breaths causing them to just almost touch with each inhale and a ache began to form. a need to be kissed.
Her eyes flitted close as he leaned in and her face tilted up for him---TO PUSH HER INTO THE HALL! Inhaling a slight surprised gasp she heard the door shut behind her. Standing there in the mist of the empty hall, her hand touched her belly as she waited for the disappointment to fade. On hand reached out toward the door to hold herself steady as she slowly eased her weight on it. Resting the back of her head angst the door in hoped it somehow helped the feeling.
Unsure of what she felt--disappoint, yes, heat, yes, and embarrassment, yes. It mingled and mixed as she stood there. Apparently a look out stood in the hall and waited to be found. She stood there for another moment as nothing happened. No one came. No sounds echoed. Turning her face to look at the door she leaned on she wondered if he thought of kissing her or if he just wanted to get her out of the door.
Things were easier when she was trying to play him. She could read him easier because she unaffected by him--yet as time had moved on she had become bias and wanted his attention which somehow made him harder to understand. Her emotions muddled the moments.
Hearing foot steps she froze and her eyes went a little wide, as she looked to see who it was. a Gentleman, a peer! walked toward her. "Hullo Sir," she said as he walked closer. "Is this your room?" She asked, her voice raising so that Hunt would be able to hear. Then she realized she was still leaning on the door. Standing up she smoothed out her skirts. The peer smiled and told her it was not, but that his room was across the hall. Then he questioned why she was standing in the hall. Where nobles were given rooms. "I was . . . waiting . . . for . . . " THIS was why they needed a plan! Hunt needed to listen to her more often! Drat the man! "Why are you here?" She asked when nothing came to mind. He reminded her that his room was right there. Then asked again why she was there. "I am looking for something." He questioned that she was 'waiting' a moment ago not 'looking'. "Apologies for the confusion . . . I am lost!" There! Yes! She'd gotten herself out of this! The peer smiled and walked closer, telling her that 'a pretty girl like herself' clearly needed him to show her around. Maybe she had not . . .
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 21:19:04 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED In attempt to regain his composure following the moment they had shared . . . Hunt remained close to the door for a few additional moments. When he was getting ready to step away, he heard an unfamiliar voice. And then her voice that followed. Her voice, that was getting louder. If the other male was not suspicious, he most certainly would have been so now. And the conversation went downhill rather quickly from there. It made Hunt want to make some noise to urge her to fall quiet. He knew that he should be using those few moments to continue to search the room, but instead, became far more occupied with listening to Emmeline try to . . . well, he was not even certain of what she was attempting to explain.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ From waiting for something to looking for something. Ezra used his own self control to keep from banging his head against the door in frustration. "Well where is your room? I shall escort you there." He proceeded to step closer to Emmeline with a smile upon his lips. "And then, perhaps you can return the favour by giving me a tour of it." With the man's previous comment of referring to Emmeline as a pretty girl, and the one made just now, Ezra was uncertain how this was going to go. He continued to listen intently . . . deciding that should he get an inkling that there was trouble afoot, Hunt would need to intervene.
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Post by Emmeline Denford on Dec 24, 2021 23:34:35 GMT
Tour of what now!? Emmeline forgot for a moment she was supposed to be the look out and straighten her shoulders and spine. She had, after all been raised close enough to nobility to have that outraged air, rather than the meeker servant tone. "Sir! How very ungentlemanly like of you to attempt to compromise a guest of Lady Bridgerton!" a bit of an exaggeration, as she wasn't invited--she had just shown up with Mr. Hunt.
She knew what people thought of a woman working on Bow Street. She wasn't daft! She'd heard the whispers upon occasion. Yet she knew her honor was intact and she was going to maintain that until she died---or married! The nobleman seemed to get annoyed with that, reminding her that she was the one lingering outside of rooms that were not hers. That he could ruin her if she did not give him a reason to stay silent. Apparently the pleasantries were over. Very well.
"I will not be blackmailed into your bed!" She stomped her foot. Emmeline did not even think about how it might be best to not tell the man who she was. "I will have you know I am employees by Sir Throne of the Bow Street runners! I will not stand here and be bullied by some fourth son. Be on your way!" She demanded, and really hoped that he did indeed leave.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 25, 2021 0:53:45 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Ezra continued to listen to the . . . indecent proposition made by the other man. However, Emmeline was not one to give in, nor did she cower in fear. In fact, her reaction to calling him out on his behavior of trying to compromise her, and demanding that she would not be blackmailed . . . brought a smile to Ezra's lips. One, that was far easier to form than he thought possible. The fact that no one was here to bare witness to it perhaps facilitated in the unguarded way it was formed . . . but it was a genuine one none the less. Hearing the strength in which she spoken -- for while she often challenged him, he was now hearing her challenge others. And it made him feel . . . proud. Made him know that she could indeed handle herself.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ That her wit, determination and -- "I will have you know I am employees by Sir Throne of the Bow Street runners!" Dammit woman! That was enough to cause the smile to immediately fade and made Hunt wish to bang his head on the door again in frustration. She was doing so well, and then . . . of course, had to divulge too much. Knowing that he could not risk however this man would react, Hunt opened the door. Emmeline's words seemed to have deterred the other male, but Ezra needed to see this man's face.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ "Is there a problem?" He questioned, closing the door behind him and standing confidently next to Emmeline. Standing, rather close to her. Enough that the man could make his own assumptions, without giving him enough evidence to concretely prove anything. "No," he grumbled, looking between the two of them, eyes lingering on her for a bit longer before begrudgingly made his leave. Ezra watched the figure disappear down the hall and once he was out of sight, he looked at Emmeline, a slight glare on his expression. "You are perhaps the worst lookout one could possibly ask for," he practically scolded.
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Post by Emmeline Denford on Dec 25, 2021 1:06:46 GMT
There was a thump behind her and then the door swung open! Was he done?! Did he find the jewel? Turning back to glare at the nobleman she all but gestured to Hunt as if to say 'see!'! Emmeline lifted her chin and waited for the little worm to waddle off before turning to look at Hunt. As she turned she noticed how close he was. It caused her to nearly touch him as she stood there. She glanced down at the small space between them--and then he spoke!
Jerking her face up to meet his, her eyes wide and mouth apart! "I did not tell him you were there! I made sure you knew he was there! What more was I supposed to do?!" She asked, her hands spraying out to gesture around her before landing on her hips. "I cannot help it if he sought--did you hear him ask me to tour his room! Do you KNOW what he meant?!" She whispered so loudly she might not have whispered at all! Surely he understood what almost happened! That man was trying to trick her into his bed!
"He is lucky that it might look unfavorable on me as well or I would be telling the queen of his loathsome invitations!" She paused for a moment then whispered once again. "Did you find it?" He better have for all this! "Next time you be the look out, and I will look around the room. I doubt he would have tried to tour your room."
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 25, 2021 1:57:43 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Ezra just watched her recount the conversation and make mention of the the man was alluding to -- quite crudely indeed. "Why mention your involvement with the Bow Street Runners at all?" He questioned back, only somewhat rhetorically. She seemed to have been doing a fine job of deterring him, and he surely could not drag her off without her creating a scene. Though, Hunt knew that he would not let it get to that point, having overheard the conversation he would have intervened if he felt the other was gaining the upper-hand. When she made mention of telling the queen . . . Ezra knew that was entirely possible. For the Queen had taken a very clear liking to her, and it was not difficult for Emmeline to gain Her Majesty's attentions.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ "Then you should have used that as a threat instead." Telling the queen rather than stating she was with the Bow Street Runners. And thus, came the last part of her questions where she asked if he had found it. The inquiry causing him to give her a small glare. "How could I when you were creating a scene out here?" He questioned in return. "If your ability to search a room lacks as much subtlety as being a lookout, then you should be no where near one," he told her upon her suggestion of him being the lookout and her searching the area. "We have lingered here too long," he stated. "I am no longer in need of your services. Where should you be right now? I will escort you there." To ensure the man would not harass her and to make sure she was out of his own hair so that he may continue with his investigation.
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Post by Emmeline Denford on Dec 25, 2021 2:10:46 GMT
Well, that was speaking. She knew that she often pushed her way into his life, but his words this time hurt. Stepping back from him, Emmeline's brows bent in upset. "For one of the smartest men I have met, you can be really daft at times." She told him, her hands still on her hips. "Yes, I should threaten a stranger with the queen. He would believe that. I look like a friend of the queen, do I not?" She gestured to her appearance, which was nice but clearly working class and not nobility.
"Using my job is the only power I have against men like him who see me and think they own me. I am not imitating, and have no--" father or brother or husband's name to protect her. Because the ones she did once have were both taken from her. One by sickness and one by the system she now worked for. She was a woman alone, and if her job held protection she would use it.
"You need not escort me anywhere." She told him before stomping off in one direction, only to stop and turn to head toward the other. "I am not going that way. The toad went that way." She informed him as she continued on the other way.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 25, 2021 2:22:31 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED She called him daft. And while he knew he should be offended by the insult, he instead, realized the implications of his words as Emmeline spoke of the disbelief of a stranger believing her rapport with the Queen. He remained silent as she continued, saying that her job was the only power she had over men . . . over men that believed they owned her. Had entitled over her. He was curious to what the end of her sentence may be, and yet . . . could make a few guesses. Enough that he did not further question or nor push her to finish. He knew he best say something but then she was starting to walk off. His eyes followed her as she then went in the other direction, refraining from shaking his head at her; her words prior stating that she did not need an escort.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ It was now perhaps, based on what she said, that Hunt fully realized . . . that perhaps this job, her position among the Bow Street Runners, was truly all she had. That it gave her a sense of purpose, and fulfilment. It was this realization that made something stir within him . . . for it was something they had in common. That his job, this job was all he had. Not one to admit that, yet would offer something else in its stead, he moved to walk alongside her, ignoring her statement of not needing an escort. With his eyes looking in front of him, he spoke.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ "You had him," Ezra began to explain. While he did not need to go into detail of how it made him smile, he could at least give her this. "You did not need to threaten him with anything. For you stood your ground and confidently called out his unscrupulous behavior. It was all that was needed." Telling her in so many words, that she had not needed the threat of being associated with the Bow Street Runners, or even the threat of knowing the queen. But that she, being herself . . . had been enough. Knowing the words were far more complimenting than any he'd offered before, he made a strong effort to not look at her.
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Post by Emmeline Denford on Dec 25, 2021 2:38:46 GMT
He walked with her. Which made her feel better, just by his presence. She knew that if danger popped it's head up that he would of course protect her. Yet it was different between knowing that someone would protect your person, and being protected by someone. Men did not need to understand the difference as women did. Emmeline was lucky to not have to know so well, but she was still aware.
Hunt told her that she had him, and Emmeline's brows narrowed. Has she? It had not felt so at the time but she had been doing what Hunt once said she did: Speaking without thinking. She was just talking. Trying to make sure he waddled off without knowing Hunt was in the room behind her or without her!
"Do you think so?" she asked, knowing that he would not have said it if he had not meant it. Her question wasn't even meant to be answered. "I wish I knew how to plant a facer. That was a situation that called for a facer, do you think?" Stepping quickly before him she stopped him walking. "Could you teach me?" Then she could better protect herself.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 25, 2021 3:37:05 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Ezra was growing quite used to Emmeline asking questions that he did not answer . . . just as he was certain she was accustomed to asking questions that she knew he had no intention of answering. But it was her latter statement that caused him to look at her for a moment, having to fight back a smile at the thought of her punching someone. Perhaps, because he could see it so vividly in his mind. He could practically see her expression, the way her seemingly delicate hand would clench up, the way she would lift her arm and lunge forward, underestimated in strength and precision.
❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ The fact that he was imagining this . . . was never to be revealed. Not through expression, demeanour and most certainly not through words. "I do not think the world is ready for you being capable of planting facers." His words held true, a very subtle hardly recognizable tone of teasing. Because, he so seldom did so. But the thought of her learning how to punch someone was . . . intriguing. Perhaps a little terrifying. "But yes," he answered, masking his own surprise at his willingness to do so. And so he continued nonchalantly. "Should you wish to learn, I will teach you." Already trying to fathom, what exactly he was committing himself to.
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