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Post by Ezra Huntington on Mar 28, 2023 19:50:59 GMT
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Jan 24, 2022 20:05:58 GMT
 Tag: @hyacinthb you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED If it had indeed been the young woman's intention to pass, then such was delayed by her question. Seeming to wish to stir conversation. Ezra knew full well that it was what he was hired to do -- in part. For there could be a reason for her question and he was not to quickly dismiss that possibility. "I am," he confirmed, deciding to leave out his position among them. While there was no hierarchy beyond the magistrate being at the head of the organization among the Bow Street Runners, those within understood Ezra's secondary position.
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Yet it was not one he frequently brought up without purpose. And he doubted the young girl cared about such a thing. Though her inquiry, brought him to make one of his own. "Is there something you wish to report?" It was perhaps more . . . expected for him to offer pleasantries, introducing himself, asking for her name in return. But Hunt was a man of business and diligence. If something had occurred that he did not wish to waste time on such frivolous remarks. If she asked merely out of inquisition then . . . perhaps this conversation would not take long at all.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Jan 24, 2022 19:58:39 GMT
Tag: Emmeline Denford Note: I modded Vickery but if you had something else in mind, let me know and I can edit! you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Ordinarily Ezra would not entertain such a thing. He would have long since gone and yet, this woman was in his way, in every sense of the word. So he wanted to watch her embarrass herself as she rung the bell to summon a runner. When one walked in, she gave order to dismiss him out of the offices and Vickery just looked between Ezra and Emmeline, clearly conflicted on what to do in this moment. Huntington stood quietly, silently, as if daring him to do what she instructed. Ezra had to admit . . . the woman was bold to take such liberties in her first day here. Despite her not knowing who he was, and despite the fact that it was irritating to Hunt.
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"Sir?" He asked as if awaiting orders. Oh this was too good. She thought she could arrogantly come in here and assert some sort of authority over him. He would make this mentality crumble quite rapidly for he refused to be challenged by her again. "I am Mister Hunt, magistrate in training," he finally introduced to the woman, his tone not holding any of the amusement that he felt. "And you Miss, have overstepped your position here." That, being more in tune to his thoughts as he slightly jerked his head to the side to dismiss Vickery from the room. And with any luck, the woman would be embarrassed enough to leave as well.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Jan 24, 2022 19:50:59 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED When Emmeline wrapped her arms around him in a hug, Ezra remained still. He did not stiffen nor did he freeze. He was merely . . . motionless for a moment. His arms slightly raised on either side of him as if not to touch her and the more the embrace lingered, the more difficult that was to do. The warmth of her body pressed against his was, dangerous. His hands inched closer towards her back to return the hug but merely an inch before they would have been placed upon her, she dropped her arms and Hunt followed the action, letting his fall to his side once more. He was unsure whether it was relief or disappointment that he felt. She looked at him for a moment before asking whether they should do it now.
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He glanced at the hall, knowing that it was best they remain inconspicuous for the time being, considering what the nobleman may say even in casual conversation about his and Emmeline's presence. He looked back at her upon her suggestion of teaching her to be a lookout. "Indeed," he agreed, not about to make excuse that she was not a horrible lookout. "As I now learned it is not as simple as following instructions of looking and not speaking." There was an underlying tone of slight teasing in his voice, though he meant what he said. "Come then. Perhaps it would benefit me for you to learn a thing or two about being useful in an investigation." Whether it be self defense, or being a lookout. She needed to learn because he had long since accepted, she was not going anywhere anytime soon. And to that, he knew he felt more relief than disappointment -- regardless of how he may state or suggest otherwise.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 26, 2021 23:08:14 GMT
Tag: @hyacinthb you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED They were on the first day of the event and Hunt was patrolling the area. He and a handful of Bow Street Runners had been hired by the Bridgertons to ensure their guests were safe and nothing . . . less than legal took place. This was hardly Ezra's preference when it came to his work duties but alas, little other choice was given. The Magistrate thought it would do him some good to go to the countryside and just mingle amongst the masses. But Ezra Huntington, did not mingle. So instead, he just walked around as the guests were arriving, settling in, and acquainting themselves with the area and with each other. He would give a polite nod when addressed to acknowledged, but he was in no hurry nor need to strike up any conversation.
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Once he had walked through the public areas of the Bridgerton's country home enough times -- well enough to get an idea of the area -- he made his way outside, starting to circle around the estate, taking note of every detail should he require this knowledge down the road. He paused when he saw a young girl standing in front of him, his eyes meeting hers. And in his attempt to avoid conversation -- even with a child -- he stood silently to let her pass, or answer whatever she may say to him. For her attire was indicative that she was that of a noble rank, and Ezra knew well enough, that he best remain polite to those of higher status. If he could help it.
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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.
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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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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 25, 2021 2:55:54 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Ezra supposed he could count himself somewhat fortunate that she had at least half complied with his demand. For while she counted . . . she had opened her eyes. Usually, he knew he could not get full compliance out of her but in this current circumstance . . . he would push for it. Because, we was naked. And no better reason was needed than that. "Close your eyes," he demanded again, waiting for her to do so before he began to approach the door. He attempted to push it, trying to wriggle at where the handle once was. Doors within a nobleman's household however, were a great deal stronger. More thick and durable compared to the ones of a middle classman that surely could be pushed to the ground with adequate force.
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He glanced around the floor, looking for the handle, but even with it, it looked as if half of it had broken into its place, jamming the door shut. "Because a member of their staff was bringing me my clothing." Why did he need to explain this to her?! Turning his head over towards her to make sure she was not peeking, he made sure to keep one hand on his lower region while his other attempted to push at the door, using his weight on it as well. Frustrated that it was to no avail, he continued. "It is after all, common courtesy and sense to knock before one barges into a room." Indicating that she lacked both things. With the haste in she had entered, it was fortunate that Ezra was not caught in a more compromising position.
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While this was bad enough, fortunately . . . he had not been thinking about her when in a state of undress. For the . . . physical manifestations that could have resulted, would be impossible to explain to her. It would not however, have been the first time Ezra's mind went to her . . . when desire burned through him. Never in her presence of course would he make it known. But such was not the case those nights he was laying in bed, and could not get her out of his mind. But alas! That was not something he needed to think about right now. "You have managed to break the handle," he accused, further explaining why it was jammed though, logically he knew this must have occurred sometime before. She was not strong enough to break a door handle on her own . . . or at least not with the way she had come into the room this time.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 25, 2021 2:43:21 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED If Ezra was one who frequently smiled, he would have done so now. But instead, he remained stoic and unafraid of her threats . . . considering who he was. In fact, he considered it an upper hand that she did not know who he was. And thus, made threats of reporting him to the Magistrate, and summoning a Bow Street Runner. To add to it all, she snatched the papers back from him when he was mid sentence -- the words far more difficult to concentrate on her with incessant threats ringing in the air -- but this time, stuffed them into a drawer.
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Giving her a stern look he lowered his hands to his side, eyes on her and the audacity in which she interacted with him. "Summon a Runner then," he said, challenge in his voice, for while his tone was leveled, there was an underlying tone in it, just daring her to do so. He anticipated it would result in either her doing so and being able to cause her embarrassment once his identity was revealed. Or it would result in her being all talk. He knew which he preferred. "Unless of course you are merely filled with empty threats." Let her try to intimidate him. Let her try to come into his workplace, and make demands upon him; spouting orders to him as if he was obligated to comply.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 25, 2021 2:31:45 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED She stated that she was not offended, yet it still begged the question as to why it affected her so much. "And why does this cause you issue?" He questioned, speaking aloud his thoughts. She said she was confused as to why he had never given her a chance, beyond the distrust he held for her. He knew full well that he was not exactly an easy person to get along with. That he had very personal ties and those considered friends were still not ones he delved into deeply emotional things with.
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He was reserved and stoic, steeled and not with an easy going nature. She, seemed to be quite the opposite. Possessing a very evident likability about her; friendly to all and seemingly easy going. "Are you so used to everyone liking you, that you can not fathom a person who is an exception to this?" It was not to say he disliked her. But it was to say that he did not trust her and thus, was not warm or open in her company . . . clearly.
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She fact that she did not seem to give up on trying, be it insisting on accompanying him, defying his orders, and everything in between . . . well, it brought further issue in what he had against her. But it was indeed interesting, that it bothered her so much whether he liked her or not. He did not see it as flattery, but rather . . . was more suspicious of it than anything else. Of course, it could be just as he had suggested; that she was unused to the feeling of not being liked.
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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.
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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.
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"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 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.
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"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 Ezra Huntington on Dec 25, 2021 1:33:30 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Hunt was unsure what irritated him more; her refusal to follow his orders, or the unapologetic way she stated it. So nonchalant, so dismissive of everything he had said. She was infuriating, and he still did not understand why everything he did, required her to be present. Once they were situated into the carriage, the ride began to set them off towards the royal family. "This is not a social visit," he told her bluntly, as she asked questions of having tea, and meeting the king -- both of which he thought were incredibly unlikely.
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"We are strictly on business. And should you continue to speak without thought, we will not make it passed the entrance." A warning in his voice. Who knows what she was going to say in the presence of the queen. With any luck, she would be so nervous to be in the queen's presence, she would fall silent. And yet . . . somehow Ezra knew that would not likely happen. A quiet Emmeline seemed impossible. "It does not matter," he said in a low voice when she asked if he had met the queen. He had been in her presence before, accompanying the magistrate but he had never actually held a conversation with her. "We are hired for our services. Do not make this about anything else." Pausing he looked at her with a stern expression. "Control yourself." Further warning and demand in his words.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 25, 2021 1:18:54 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED In all the time he had known her, in all the conversations they had shared . . . this was perhaps the least she had ever said. Hunt knew that he should have found solace in her finally complying to his desires of being quiet . . . but instead, he found it a bit, unsettling. And loathed that he did. Now of course, he could not admit that to her and perhaps he had spoken his mind too much. But the words were said, and he would not take them back for they rung true.
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"If you wish to use such a word," he answered in a low voice, but still audible. Especially considering they were in such close proximity to one another in a carriage. "Why does that offend you?" He inquired, assuming he had caused some form of offense based on her laconic response. Something which he learned was quite, uncharacteristic of her. And in doing so, perhaps he could further learn more of her. Of what it was about her that left him so untrusting. While he was untrusting in nature, this was about her specifically. He was unsure whether she would give a proper answer, but the question was posed, not meant to be rhetorical.
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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.
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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.
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"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 Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 23:22:42 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED A missing key? A missing key?! But of course there was a missing key! Things could never just be . . . simple between them. If he ever believed in fate, it would seem that it constantly seemed to try to thrust them both in the most problematic of situations. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, jaw clenched, he processed the information of them potentially being locked in this room for who knows how long. "If anyone is climbing out of the window it certainly will not be me," he bluntly told her. Of course, he would not actually expect her to do such. Perhaps in the earlier days of their meeting, the temptation to hurl her outside of the window would have crossed his mind.
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But now . . . while he would not admit it, he did not wish to see any harm come to her. There was an odd sense of, responsibility he felt towards her. Yet, such . . . feelings would remain silent; unspoken and unaddressed. "We are far too high," he told her. The risk of making it down too great for her and well, he was not climbing anywhere naked. His hands would need to be occupied by holding what he could to make his way down and it would only further exposed his unclad state. Noticing that her eyes were closed he would have to figure out how best to cope with this current circumstance. The only thing that came to mind was to somehow get the door open and get her out. "Keep your eyes closed," he demanded. "Take fifteen steps towards the left." His eyes already having calculated the path to ensure that in her doing so, she would not collide into any furniture. It would place her at enough distance that he could approach the door and attempt to open it for himself.
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