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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 6, 2021 21:09:58 GMT
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7. Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.
The London social season often brought with it the risk of increased crime, due to the wealthy crowd that frequented the otherwise emptier streets. Wealthy families came to participate, venturing from their country homes and estates. And this, put set the Bow Street Runners to be busier than usual. Of course that is not to say that there was no crime outside of the season. Only that it was reduced. It was what prompted Ezra to have finished a late shift, having attempted to negotiate a double one. But to no avail as the Magistrate instructed him otherwise. There were not many that would challenge his authority or with whom he would challenge . . . but when his superior gave him an order -- laced with logic and reasoning -- Ezra was obligated to comply.
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Setting upon the dark city streets -- out of uniform which he loathed to wear anyway -- he placed his gloved hands in his pockets to battle the cool night air. Hearing a sound in the distance alerted him, quiet deep murmurs. It was enough to prompt Hunt to follow the sound, with stealth and as inconspicuously as he could. It was not at all a far distance until he saw a small group, surrounding a woman. And that, was all that he did need to see. Carefully slipping his hand from his pocket and placing it inside his coat to his pistol, Ezra made his presence known with his question.
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"What is going on there?" He demanded, not yet revealing his weapon but prepared should the risk increase. Being outnumbered was not a concern of his. Determining whether there was cause to shoot, was. And since Ezra rather trusted his instincts in such matters, he kept his weapon concealed but hand on the trigger in his readiness should things need to escalate and the men not be scared off by his mere presence -- or the presence of any witness to whatever they were planning on doing.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 6, 2021 20:55:54 GMT
Tag: @francescab Note: made up some details and hope that's ok! Let me know if you'd like me to edit anything. you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED the number generator selected: 60. Your muse shows up at
my muse’s house crying.
Ezra had returned home at a reasonable hour considering most nights. Some may be grateful for that, to be home from work and able to spend an early night at ease. But for Hunt, it was quite the opposite. Those who enjoyed being relieved from their duties were those who had a family to return to. Or a form of companionship. Ezra's dedication to his work was due to his need to immerse himself in it, not just the desire to. Coming home to an empty home just reminded him of the painful memories as to what caused it. The comfort of sleep was not so easily found, sometimes relying on alcohol to help facilitate it -- though with limitations of course because waking up with the aftermath of it was a hindrance to his job. But tonight, he just attempted to lay down and see how swiftly sleep would take him -- if at all.
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It was the knocking of his door that prompted his eyes to open. Where he slept minimally, he was also a fairly light sleeper, sounds such as this alerting him back to consciousness with ease. He reached for his pocket watch to check the time, realizing the late hour. Logic dictated that this was some form of emergency or a matter of great urgency for anyone to come to his house so late. Pulling on a shirt he made his way to to door, opening it to see someone rather unexpected on the other end. But not someone unfamiliar. He had met Francesca Bridgerton a few times, finding himself oddly enjoying his conversations with her. There was an ease to which they were able to communicate but . . . Ezra thinking of rank, knew it could come to nothing more. She was part of a notable noble family, and he was a middle classman. Still. The restrictions did not deter him from giving her the location of his home.
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It was not just her sudden appearance that was a surprise but . . . she was crying. And while he remained steeled, and composed in demeanour and expression, he could feel that protective instinct within him start to ignite. Something had happened for her to come to him, at this late hour, with tears in her eyes. So not wishing to waste a moment if there was someway he could help, he asked her a question. "What happened?" Presuming that there was indeed some way he could assist her, for of all the people she could have gone to, and all the places she could have went . . . she came to him. And despite his attempt to keep everything buried deep within him making no outward show of it, he could not help that flicker of honor and emotion of what that meant to him.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 6, 2021 17:43:03 GMT
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17. out in the cold without warm clothes.
The one good thing about patrolling on such a cold night . . . was that no one wished to join him. The Magistrate often encouraged pairings for safety's sake, but for Ezra . . . the reason was more specific in to help with his, personable skills. There were a couple Bow Street Runners who Hunt had to admit he did not mind the company of, but then there were those who talked incessantly and asked too many questions, over eager to impress and obtain knowledge. But experience was often the best teacher so Hunt would have to tell them to be quiet and keep an eye out. But fortunately tonight, there was no need to talk . . . to anyone. Remaining focused and observant on the task at hand. Though, it did seem to be a quiet night indeed. He was stationed in the city, the social season having brought nobles back into London and the crowd that came with it, not always an honorable one.
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Temptation for criminals was at its peak, and the Bow Street Runners required the utmost diligent to prevent, stop, or bring a crime a to justice. As he made his way up and down the vacant street, he heard the sound of footsteps in the distance. They were light, and it sounded like only one person. The hour was late so it was odd that anyone would find themselves alone in this area. It did not take long for the source of it to be seen; a young woman who was not dressed adequately for the cold air this night brought with it. Curious, and suspicious as to what brought her here, in such a state, Ezra began to move towards her. "What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice calm, lacking accusation but holding a natural air of authority that required answer. Now whether she would comply or not, was an entirely different matter.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 6, 2021 17:26:45 GMT
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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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 6, 2021 17:17:45 GMT
Tag: @missshaw you can run 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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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 6, 2021 4:11:59 GMT
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15. My muse breaks yours muse’s heart.
Hunt was often hired for events during the social season for those of nobility wished for the security that Bow Street Runners could provide. Enlisting their expertise to ensure that their guests felt safe and that nothing nefarious was afoot. This time however, Ezra was not hired to this event but rather . . . invited. He was said to be the next Magistrate, something that was understood among the Bow Street Runners and the city but it was now confirmed. And it was after all, important to be in good standing and keep ties strengthened with those in the ton and overall city.
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But what was not yet known . . . was the affair he was having with the daughter of a duke. However, for Ezra it was far deeper than merely anything physical. He had not felt the sense of peace and ease in a long time . . . as he did with her. He seldom let his work overlap with his personal life, aware of the repercussions. In fact, he rarely focused at all on his personal life. But with her, it had just become such a natural path . . . such a seemingly easy one. The feelings he developed for her growing tremendously; strengthening with each passing day. And yet, the reality was crashing down on him tonight. Looking at her from across the room, dancing with a man of nobility . . . and it could never be him. He needed to face such realities and do what was best for her: they needed to end things. When the dance was finished, he casually made his way through the crowd, predetermining his path so that it would not arouse suspicion.
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When he nonchalantly passed her, he dropped his voice to quickly speak words that only she could hear; only meant for her ears. "Meet me in the garden." With that, he had swiftly crossed the room and stood by the door to the backyard. Eyeing the large group of people in the room to ensure no ones gaze was upon him, he slipped through the door and made his way in the path darkened by the night sky and lit by the moon. Fortunately, there was no else about which is what he had been counting on. He stood by the hedges, concealing himself in the shadows until he was certain it was her at which point, he would reveal himself.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 6, 2021 3:59:57 GMT
Tag: @phillipaf you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED There were not many times in Ezra's life where he truly felt relaxed and at ease. Ever since tragedy had befallen his family all those years ago, he had vehemently immersed himself in his work and what few moments he had where he was not doing so were spent drinking or finding some form of sleep. And it was just how he liked it: remaining busy and occupied. Channeling his energy into productivity rather than remaining idle. Today was no exception where he was patrolling and supervising, hired upon request for such was the case when there were so many of high class in the room.
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He did not converse with them unless necessary because for him . . . this was work. Not a time to socialize. That being said, when a young woman approached him, he paused to look at her, familiarity striking him. For they had met a few times before. Enough at least for her to use his first name, which was not entirely common, yet nothing he felt required correcting. He gave a nod, waiting for her to continue yet realized that perhaps she had asked it because she wanted to speak to him away from the crowd in the room. "In private?" He clarified willing to accommodate whatever she needed. Perhaps she needed him for why he was here: to report suspicious behavior from someone. Surely, it was nothing else that would draw the attention of a noblewoman to him.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 6, 2021 3:13:59 GMT
Tag: @phillipaf you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Ezra watched her, having expected an answer but instead, she just . . . stared. Mouth agape. Was she acting like that because she had gotten caught doing something she did not wish anyone else to see? Or, was there something else. There was of course the possibility that it was both things, however Ezra was unsure what the latter was. He supposed he best deal with one unknown at a time. Taking a few steps towards her, but ensuring there was of course nothing inappropriate about his advance, his eyes remained locked onto hers. Composed, and his expression steeled. His demanour unchanged as he spoke again.
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"What is in the bag?" A natural authority in his voice despite being outranked among this crowd. There was a required authority necessary for the sake of his job and if anyone questioned it, he felt it fairly easy to justify. "Do not require me to ask once more." While he was fairly certain there was no threat -- nothing about the woman looked threatening or overly suspicious -- Ezra just needed to be certain. And to satisfy his own curiosity as why she was sneaking around with with.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 6, 2021 0:22:08 GMT
Tag: @lucygranville Note: Hope this is ok! Let me know if you'd like me to edit anything! you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Ezra had been tracking a particular group of highwaymen, and he was determined to get them this time. They had already struck two carriages in the past several weeks and Ezra planned to be there before they struck a third. Or at least in time to apprehend them. The where was the only unknown factor, though Hunt had a general idea. He took a small group of Bow Street Runners with him, knowing there was a group of at least 5 highwayman so wanted to ensure they were well prepared. Sure enough, during a patrol of the area they came across the group, arriving just as they were attacking a carriage. The driver was killed and Ezra was able to shoot one of the robbers before he was able to cause too much harm to the young woman who had been travelling. They would need to fill out a proper report so Ezra tasked the men with doing this while he intended to escort the noblewoman home.
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While Ezra was not exactly the most compassionate, he also knew that this was part of his role and the sooner he returned to London, the sooner he could inform the Magistrate of their success. Which, also involved ensuring the woman arrived safely. Unfortunately, the weather was not agreeable and the storm caused the two of them to require shelter for the night. Securing a room, Ezra entered with the woman -- who's name he learned was Lucy -- closing the door behind him and locking it for extra security. Though, he there was no imminent threat he was well aware of victims of any crime often feeling vulnerable and afraid after whatever attack they were subject to. "The bed is yours," he told her, not wanting her to think that he would lie in the same bed as her. It was bad enough that only one room remained in the inn, otherwise he was well aware of how . . . inappropriate this may be. The only saving grace being that he was an officer and thus, this was part of his job.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 5, 2021 20:29:35 GMT
Tag: @missshaw Note: He's actually not the magistrate! He's just lined up to be the next Magistrate. you can run 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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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 5, 2021 20:23:33 GMT
you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED If there was one thing that Ezra Huntington despised . . . it was an unsolved investigation. Particularly when he knew the person -- or persons responsible -- and could not find any evidence to directly link them. It was infuriating . . . as Ezra often felt an itch in his brain that he could not scratch. So this, landed a perfect opportunity to gain some leverage. Though Hunt knew he could not keep him in the cell for long, it would be long enough to demonstrate that he could. And that he could get to them. And that . . . he would get to them. But the man was certainly not coming easily, which Ezra had not suspected he would.
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Yelling threats and hopes of violent attacks to befall him. Ezra watched the crazed man, yelling, growling, his arms restrained only seeming to further provoke him. Which, suited Hunt just fine. For right now, they had the upper hand. Hunt did not care for the others involved in the fight; they were of no consequence. No. His objective was to get to a certain crime lord and well, he knew all about O'Malley and the nature of his business. But, as earlier established and something Hunt loathed to admit . . . he had no damning evidence to incriminate them. The Bow Street Runner closed his eyes for a moment when O'Malley finished off his verbal bouts of anger by spitting on him. His eyes staying closed for a brief moment before locking eyes with the Irishman once more.
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A flicker of a half smile formed on his face for what could be considered less than a second, before he pulled out his baton and in one swift motion, thrust it into the gangster's stomach with forcible might. Ezra then quickly raised it to hit one side of Ciaran's face before hitting him again on the other side. The others did nothing, well aware of Hunt's ways. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a cloth to wipe the spit from his face before looking back at the Irishman, stepping close to him; incredibly close. "When the day comes that you will be hanging from the noose, I will be right there in the front row to make certain, that my face is the last you will ever see." His voice was calm but there was a threat in it; a vow, as Hunt then scrunched up the cloth he used to wipe himself, and forced it into Ciaran's mouth.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 4, 2021 19:20:40 GMT
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. you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED generator selected: 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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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 4, 2021 16:10:31 GMT
Tag: @edwinasharma1 you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Ezra knew this was a consequence of last night. He and another Bow Street Runner had a . . . disagreement and while Ezra was not the type to get in futile physical altercations, his words were enough to provoke the other man. And now, he was being -- in a sense -- punished for it. The magistrate claimed that it was not punishment however and that it would do Hunt well to patrol on a bright, sunny day rather than only on the dark streets at night. Hunt vehemently disagreed. But the magistrate was the one man that he would not defy. And so, here he was. Walking through the sunny streets of London. Busy streets at that, given the weather. But he Ezra already knew within mere moments of being here . . . that there would be no crime that required his attention that would take place. No one was foolish enough to commit one at such a time. But then, the Magistrate knew that. His cause furthered by giving Hunt an 'easy shift to give him some time to relax'. Huntington loathed it.
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As he walked down his undetermined path, his eyes casually looking around, he noticed a young womans's gaze upon him. He locked eyes with her, wondering what it was that she was looking at. No. He knew it was him, but why. There was nothing oddly suspicious about her. He was very clearly not a gentleman of the ton that would have captured her interest. And . . . he did not forget a face, so they had not met before. Yet, she was looking at him, and while it may be rude for a man to stare, he was looking back. At least for a few moments returning the gaze, before he straightened his head to the path in front of him. It was no sooner than that, that he heard a loud cry, turning to . . . the same woman. Who now exclaimed she sprained her ankle.
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This, was most certainly not part of his job. This was better suited to a gentleman who wished to swoop in and become the hero. But . . . why were they not swooping? Obligation and the Magistrate's nagging voice -- and perhaps a bit of of curiosity -- had Ezra inwardly groaning at himself, approaching the young woman. He did not need to ask her what happened, as she clearly stated. So instead, for the sake of investigation, he asked another question -- one with a double goal in mind for he also sought to satisfy the question in his mind. Ezra did not like leaving things incomplete or unknown to him. "What distracted you from your path?" Because, he knew she had been staring, but this answered that question of why. He wanted to know, and even he knew it was better to ask it in this way rather than the blunt inquiry of why were you staring at me?.
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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 4, 2021 15:51:53 GMT
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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Post by Ezra Huntington on Dec 1, 2021 23:33:49 GMT
Tag: @phillipaf you can run BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED Hunt had been hired along with a few other Bow Street Runners to supervise the Aubrey Hall Event and ensure that nothing of the less than legal sorts occurred throughout the week. While this was most certainly not Ezra's desired duty, the magistrate had told him that it was required of him. He received the same typical one day you will lead this force along with the lecture of the responsibilities that came with it. Not one to defy his superior -- perhaps the only one he would not defy -- Ezra begrudgingly agreed. But he refused to wear the uniform or hat that came along with the role.
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That was what led him to his current position . . . trailing up and down the hallways while the others of nobility were in various parts of the estate, be it inside or outside. Hearing some movement, he made his way over to a door that was slightly ajar, peeking in to see a woman with a bag in attempt to hide its contents in one of the bedrooms. Pushing the door open, Ezra watched her for only a moment longer before making his presence known with the words ""What's in that bag and why are you hiding it here?"
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