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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 23:11:50 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Hunt knew that he had crossed a line in his questioning of her virtue. Yet at the same time, was a rather blunt individual and . . . unconventional in his methods. Interactions with this woman no exception. Where other Bow Street Runners vied for her attention -- and offered her to accompany them on investigations -- he did not. It seemed to draw the opposite reaction from her where the more he attempted to deter her, the more she seemed compelled to join him. But despite his awareness that a woman's virtue should not be questioned as such, he was not going to offer apology. He seldom ever did. For he was not one who spoke without thought, or spoke words that he would come to regret.
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"Then I should count myself among the most fortunate, that you have selected me to continuously shadow and accompany?" His words though a question, made it clear that it was rhetorical -- though that had not stopped her from answering them in the past. There was also a hint of sarcasm to them, not finding himself fortunate at all. Certainly, any other man would be flattered and eager to be in the company of a beautiful woman who appeared to be helpful. But not him. For as he so often thought, there was something about her that he just could not put his finger on. It was as if there was an itch in his brain that he could not scratch. So until he was able to discover what it was that was causing it, he remained sure in his judgement of her. He remained silent for only a few moments, before looking at her, to speak his next words.
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"I do not trust you, Miss Denford." This statement, was not an accusation, nor meant as insult. Though, one could most certainly take it as such. But they were not said with the same offense as his earlier words of her virtue. He said these words, because he meant them. "I have been in this occupation for many years, and my strong instincts have resulted in repeated success." His words, not spoken with hubris nor arrogance; it was here fact. He had ascended through the ranks -- as limited as they were within the Bow Street Runners -- and rose in popularity and skill, due to his capabilities.
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"And there is something about you, which my instincts tell me does not quite seem right." He refused admit it was his paranoid mind. Perhaps part of it was just to annoy the hell out of the future Magistrate. Whatever it was . . . Ezra stood by his words. He turned to look back out the window. "I am in no need of your services," he further explained. Though knew that in this particular instance, he was left with no choice. As was most of the case. "Once we return, it would serve you well and in your best interests, to accompany other Bow Street Runners who welcome your assistance and hold no objection to it." Unlike him. Why the Magistrate was so insistent on her joining him, was beyond Ezra.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 21:31:23 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Hunt was unused to having people serve on him. When the drink spilled all over him he had assured them that it was fine, and was willing to wash it himself. But insistence came from the noble to have it taken care of. While Hunt of course expressed his gratitude, it left him in a rather inconvenient state. For there was no clothing his size; his tall stature unmatched to anyone in the residence. Even where the servants were concerned. So Hunt was waiting in a room, unclad and feeling rather odd in this vulnerable position. But alas. His clothing should be washed soon. He was also unused to being so idle, so all he could do was wander the room, finding it a bit . . . odd to seat himself upon furniture that was not his, in the nude.
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A burst through the door alarmed him, immediately knowing it was not a servant for they would have at least knocked. And seeing who it was . . . well, it was the worst possible person to see him in such a state of undress. For reasons, that he prefer not to delve into. His hands instinctively dropped down to his manhood to attempt to conceal it. "Miss Denford!" His voice booming through the room that hardly seemed large enough to contain Emmeline as well as a nude Ezra. "Get out! What the hell are you waiting for?" He practically demanded, unsure why she was playing with the knob on the door. Why had she not left as swiftly as she had come in! What was she playing at?!
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 21:19:16 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Ezra had to fight the urge to watch her, instead focusing on something -- anything -- else other than her. The way she was moving about, folding a blanket seemed like such a simple gesture. At yet, there was something that felt so natural and domestic about it. As if she fit right in. Which, was unsettling for it was his bedroom. In his home. The place not having felt a woman's touch since . . . since the passing of his wife. The thought of relating the two rather dangerous in his mind, so he need fight any urge to give way to this. Even if it was just a subtle look of softness in his direction. He therefore kept his eyes upwards, using it to feign annoyance at her presence as she explained that he had fallen, speaking of how he thought himself a cat and comparing the lives to one.
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"You are in my bedroom," he told her, now looking at her, his words holding a tone of accusation. "This far exceeds a boundary of professionalism," he further told her, once again, using that as an excuse. For it was easier to speak of work, to speak of their professional relationship than anything beyond that. Though in saying so, he also recognized that something was different in her tone. In the way she was speaking to him. In her, entire demeanour. That coupled with the clear haste she had come . . . was indeed a curious thing. When she set his blanket at the foot of the bed and looked at him, speaking words of promise to not compromise him -- a mirror to ones he had said earlier -- Ezra found his lips title in a smile. A very small one; a very brief one.
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But none the less, it had formed in the shortest of moments and slightest extension of his lips. But knowing her, she would have noticed. And he inwardly cursed for it, deciding to play the opium in his medicine for relaxing him far too much. Trying to shift away focus from it, his eyes went back to hers, a seriousness to them as he made his next inquiry. "Why are you truly here?" He always felt as if she had ulterior motives -- even if it was just to annoy him. Be it his paranoid mind or whether there was a crumb of truth. He surely, believed there was another reason that she was here rather than plaguing herself with his company as he recovered.
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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.
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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 Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 21:18:51 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED He was unapologetic for snatching the papers from her hands, despite how rude it could quite accurately be deemed as. His patience for her was wearing thin. "Indeed, Runners only," he emphasized. Of which, she was not. While her words held that that the Magistrate was the one with ultimate authority, Hunt took his position here rather seriously. The responsibility of being the ultimate authority among the Bow Street Runners would soon fall upon Ezra, and he did not take this lightly.
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"And what precisely is it that he has instructed you to do?" Ezra questioned, looking at her, unimpressed. He would most certainly lodge several complaints regarding her to the Magistrate, but the elder man surely knew Hunt well enough that he would not take too kindly to her. He already objected to conducting his investigations with a partner to begin with, yet his senior position here and his skill in this occupation, did not leave him with that choice. He expectantly awaited her answer, and as if to further spite her when she held out her hand with her own expectation that he would return the papers, he instead opened them, and began to skim over the written text, completely ignoring her actions yet waiting for her response to his question.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 21:18:39 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Ineed, he felt the sting of annoyance when she disregarded all he said and instead, made plans and seemed to take control. This was his investigation and yet, she acted as if she was the authority here. It was most fortunate that he had made his leave from the room, from her presence . . . though it did not last long for she hurried to position herself by his side. And to make matters even more irritating, she linked her arm through his. He slightly clenched his jaw at the undesired gesture, keeping his eyes forward though did not enjoy her linking her arm through is.
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"That is most unnecessary," he stated bluntly, words meant for her ears though he had no qualms with making it well know. After all, it was not as if his . . . less than amicable nature towards her was any secret. "You are not to say a word in the Queen's presence," he instructed her. Though somehow knew that in saying the words, she was going to do the precise opposite of them. Perhaps he should tell her to speak to her heart's content . . . would she then silence her tongue just to defy him? "I will speak and make inquiries to gather information about this investigation." He stopped walking once they were outside the building, and turned to look at her. "You, are to hold your tongue," he practically warned, pulling his arm free of hers as he made his way to the carriage that awaited . . . them, apparently.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 21:18:17 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Anything she had said to clip back with wit, to one of his own remarks fell on deaf ears when she reacted to his statement. Hunt's lips ever so flickered into a hint of a smile, though he fought it back. Yet, he felt the victory within it. To have gotten to her. To have said something to draw such a reaction, midst her drink of water, the glare he caused, the colour to her cheeks. Any true gentleman would have perhaps inquired as to whether she was ok, not intending for a comment to cause harm. But not Hunt. This tit for tat game they played a constant and right now, he felt that he had gotten to her. Thus, relished in the victorious feeling. The way she said his name, only caused this feeling within him to intensify, as she then spoke of equating kindness to mean something else entirely . . . and that she would not question his friendships with the other runners.
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"Need I remind you, that I was not in requirement of company from the others, nor you, on this journey." She had, as always, invited and injected herself right in the middle of it. "Perhaps it is you who should be questioned in the nature of her, rapports with the runners." Once again, his words lacked that playful tone as he continued to allude to the idea of 'compromising'. Seeing it get to her was rather encouraging for him to continue onto that path. For a woman's virtue of course, was of great importance.
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At the mention of her assurance that she had no intention of letting him close to her person, he could not resist the remark. Though, he did believe her. And yet, the opportunity to insinuate otherwise far too tempting to forgo. "I would be more inclined to hold your words true had I not found you in my carriage." Making the journey pleasant almost sounded like a joke at this point . . . surely she did not even believe that. But then, Hunt had yet to discover her true intentions. For . . . there was just something about Emmeline.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 20:09:56 GMT
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 17:27:15 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Ezra's eyes went to the door when Emmeline Denford practically burst through it, out of breath yet . . . eager as ever to intervene. Now this was just the perfect. The ideal finish to this already maddening circumstance where he could not move. Now he had Emmeline here to keep him company. Though, had Hunt truly delved into his mind and heart . . . he would have realized that there was a part of him that felt a strange sense of comfort in that. But alas, stubbornness gave way to any emotion and it left him rolling his eyes at her remark that prompted the others to chuckle. He then sharply looked at them, the gaze enough to abruptly silence sounds of amusement. He glanced back at Emmeline for the briefest of moments before looking up at the ceiling while she spoke of making sure he followed orders.
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"Exceptional," he mumbled with a hint of sarcasm, clearly not looking forward to her asserting any form of authority upon him. It was one thing when he was able to walk away -- though that did little good. But now, she was going to remain here for he trusted her words. While the other Bow Street Runners started to slowly leave the room, offering words of encouragement and hopes of a swift recovery, Ezra kept his gaze to the nothingness above him. His words meant to address her. "You do not need to be here," he told her. "Go home, Miss Denford." Surely, she had better things to do than to nurse his recovery. And yet . . . he had not failed to recognize the haste in which she had arrived, evidenced by her shortened breath and determination. What was this woman up to?
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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.
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" . . . 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.
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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 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.
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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 Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 0:31:18 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED She was standing so close to him, he could smell her perfume. Her shoulder practically touching his and he knew for a fact, it was intentional. He shifted casually but once, to which she moved with him but anything further than that would reveal that she was irritating him. And, he did not wish to give her that evident satisfaction. Though, a part of him felt . . . that she already knew it. When she was of course willing to accompany them, she spoke of going with him so that he would not loose his head . . . commenting that she liked where it was.
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Hunt sharply turned to look at her, displeased by the remark. And also the insinuation -- the rather obvious one for subtle she was not -- that he needed her to help him. That he needed her to 'save' him. "I do not require your assistance," he told her bluntly. "My head will remain precisely the same as it is now, when I exit the audience with Her Majesty. Much to your delight, apparently." There was a bit of sarcasm in his voice, but far from playful. The Magistrate seemed rather done with the conversation since he had stepped away and Ezra just looked at her. "You will remain here," he practically ordered, already attempting to step past her so that he would not keep the Queen waiting . . . and yet, somehow, knew that he was not going to be the one coming out victorious from this battle.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 0:21:07 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED "Yes." His answer to her first question came rather swiftly -- perhaps a little too swiftly. But never the less, he believed that there was always an ulterior motive. Especially when it came to her. People only offered kindness with the expectation of reciprocity. And he did not tend to accept such kindness, until he knew what the terms were. A cynical mindset perhaps, but Hunt was rather calculated in all he did . . . to -- what some might consider -- a fault. He waited expectantly for her to continue, and fortunately he need not ask again for she asked if they should trade. She would share food and in return he would give her company.
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If Ezra was one to wear his emotions upon his facial features . . . they would hold ones of confusion and disbelief. But while he remained stoic for the most part, there was indeed a flicker of that disbelief that came out in a rather flat expression. "That hardly sounds like a decent trade." He was not self deprecating but he doubted his company was worth the exchange of food. "What does giving you my company entail?" He questioned, not that he was agreeing to anything but he was a tad bit curious.
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He did not like to be left in the unknown and not knowing what she had in mind -- if anything -- was rather unsettling to him. "I have no intention of compromising you." Bluntly spoke and there was a hint of accusation and . . . mocking in his voice. Had he been a man with a more easy going nature, it would have come off more playful and teasing. But instead, was a way of accusing her of wanting that kind of company from a man.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 24, 2021 0:08:58 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Hunt was about to have an incredibly important meeting with the Magistrate as a small group of Bow Street Runners -- ones specifically hand picked by Hunt as being the best among the Runners. Ezra had received very brief tidbits about what this was regarding and the seriousness of it, was indeed of great importance. He could tell the Magistrate was waiting for something before starting and Ezra was about to question it . . .when she walked in. Hunt nearly rolled his eyes, the moment becoming worse when the Magistrate stated "Now, let us begin." Had they been waiting for Miss Denford?! Ridiculous. Hunt forced himself not to focus -- or perhaps dwell was the more accurate term -- on the fact that she was here, present in this rather important meeting.
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He did not like the fact that she was to be a part of it, especially when the Magistrate explained that the Queen was enlisting the services of them to uncover the identity of Whistledown. The investigation was one that Hunt personally found quite trivial, but he would not of course question Her Majesty. It was further added that they would be meeting with the Queen to discuss any details of this case. Ezra was automatically selected to be the one to go -- "And Miss Denford can accompany you." Hunt ever so slightly narrowed his eyes. "Sir, that is not necessary," he stated as the men piled out of the room. "I can handle a conversation with Her Majesty on my own." Not even bothering to look at Emmeline nor address her. There was absolutely no way he was going to meet the Queen with this woman at his side.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 21, 2021 16:58:51 GMT
 Tag: @phillipaf you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Ezra listened as she explained that this was her room for the event, that she was leaving some of her dresses. As she spoke, he took note of her expression, her body language, her tone . . . all indicative that she was indeed telling the truth. And to further reinforce it, she showed him the contents of the bag. But Ezra did not feel the need to look at it. He was satisfied with her response and yet, there was something still a bit . . . off. Whether it was the way she was looking at her, or her sneakily putting garments in here.
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"You are doing so most suspiciously, Miss," he told her in a level tone. His words not holding accusation, but rather, called for further explanation or at least gave reason as to why he was questioning her to begin with. She then asked his name, pointing out that she had seen him before. "Huntington," he responded, as first names were not necessary for someone of his station. Though if she asked, he held no objections to reveal it. She was nobility after all, and was hardly committing a crime that would cause him to take action . . . regardless of rank. "And yours?" So that he could put a face to the name as he did need to learn those present at the week long event. It would help make his job easier if familiar with the guests.
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