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Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

It was actually quite a large event, the Spring Gala and it was held every year. She had gone the last two years with her parents as well as with Arthur before the Siege and although she had had many suitors at that time it was not so now. Perhaps, she should not have been such a snob. No, that was not the case. A number of her suitors had either gone into the British military or rather to Boston. Fannie was looking around. Oh, Ellie isnt it simply divine? She said as she was acting as a chaperone somewhat for her younger sister. Fannie, do be careful of the punch. Some gentlemen like to spike it as a refreshment She said having been told that it was best to sniff the punch first. Oh, Eleanor you are such a bore. Her sister cooed as she looked over Eleanors shoulder and said, Is that not the officer who helped with the rescue of father? Looking over her shoulder, she noticed that there was a gentleman coming up to them. She supposed that they had been introduced by themselves so she did not see it as rude behaviour when he came up to the two of them as soon as they were greeted by their hosts. Lientenant Gage, it is so nice to make your acquaintance again. She said wondering if it was a good idea to be speaking to a man who was on the other side as he was kissing her white lace kit gloves. Well, she could not be rude. This is my sister, Miss. Frances Caldwell. She said using her proper name over their little nicknames for each other. And of course, my parents. Their parents were right behind the two of them as her father spoke. Lieutenant Gage, you were the man who put a stop to the mob who had overtaken our house. He said with his prominent English accent. I want to thank you for your service. Papa was a better actor then all of them together. Her mother was the next to speak as she seemed to know what was going on. Come Henry Fannie let us greet some of the others. Of course her eye would be on her own daughter but this officer was so obviously smitten. Ah, my family... She said as she glanced over to see her sister pouting since she had to go and greet some others. A dance would be most welcome, Lieutenant. She supposed that she was in a calmer mood rather than being in a crowd trying to fight through it and using her fan as a weapon. She wondered if he knew the secret fan language that ladies liked to use.
Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

Alexander only had eyes for her, he glanced over the family as they walked in. Shaking hands with her father, giving a strong grip but testing to make sure he did not crush the man's hand. Nodding, and bowing to her mother watched as they breezed in and lost themselves amidst the crowd. Watching her glide into the crowd saw her, and only her as he stood near the entrance, a rough cough coming from behind as he broke from his reverie. Gage, if you wish to drool try not to do so near the door where the ladies might slip and fall. Masters chided him as the man looked reproachfully down at him, then turned his head and seemed to take in all of Eleanor as she was lost in the crowd. Not bad Gage, you at least have an eye for the aesthetics. Alexander watched as Masters took two cups of punch with him to a further room where the music was more subdued. As if it was meant more for background rather than for a dance, the entry hall became loud as families and couples began to enter. Seeing a business associate of his father was brought to meet a few other officers who dragged him into a conversation on the recent reinforcement ships that arrived. Giving what he knew, and had learned from Masters and Hammond detached himself politely to find Eleanor. With butterflies in his stomach he found her across the room, sitting with her family as she stood prettily and he tried to catch her eye unsure how best to approach her. She kept moving the fan in front of her, which he understood as it was hot in the room with so many people crowded in, even in a cool Spring evening with the windows open the heat began to build. Suddenly a hand on his shoulder as a body leaned into him, turning to see a slightly drink Hammond looking across the room then up at him. Why are you here? Hammond spoke abruptly, she's calling you over. What? He looked down and then over, Eleanor was talking to her mother and sister alternately while cooling herself with the fan, opening and closing it in her left hand. She's not even saying anything. A couple of hard claps on his back, you my friend are woefully uneducated in the way of ladies. She's using the fan. Obviously she cannot talk to you directly with her parents there, or in a group so the fan speaks. See how she keeps opening the fan in her left hand? That means come and talk to her. He looked down at Hammond then back at Eleanor. A push and he slid along the edge of the dance crowd, go! Hammond almost yelled above the music and laughed, a few couples nearby gave Hammond a look of distaste then he was gliding along the crowd and over to Eleanor. With butterflies in his stomach Alexander walked up, his boots sounded loud, or it was his heart beating, with each step he felt flushed. Stepping up to her excused himself as one waltz ended and another began. Mr Caldwell, Mrs Caldwell, he addressed her parents to be polite, if it is acceptable to you, may I have the honor of this dance with Miss Caldwell. He asked nervously as he indicated Eleanor, feeling himself ensnared in her vibrant green eyes.
Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

She speaking to her mother now as she glanced over to see if he was getting her message to come over and speak to her. Lord, most men knew the language of the fan. There were books so that men knew the first movements of the fan. Well, it seemed that her message had come across to the handsome officer when he did finally approach. It was about time, lord she was getting bored of sitting with her parents. She wanted to dance soon since it would be starting soon. She supposed that she could have taken a turn about the ballroom with Fannie However, she was there with him before her as she smiled with a hint of mischief in her emerald eyes. Her father smiled and said, Well, I have two daughters so you will have to be specific. He said almost jovially as Fannie said, I would like to dance as well. She smirked as Eleanor looked over to her sister before their mother told Fannie to hush and that another gentlemen would be there any moment to dance with her. Yes, of course Lieutenant Gage. He said as he was giving permission for the man to dance with his eldest daughter. That is if my daughter is willing to dance with you. Fannie piped up, If Ellie will not then I certainly will! She looked eager as Eleanor looked to her sister with a bit of an icy glare. Yes, I will dance with you. She finally spoke before waiting for him to offer his hand so that she could be escorted towards the dance floor for a waltz. Well, there were a number of dances that they could do. Luckily, she was very good at dancing having taken lessons when she was a girl for such occasions. You took a little long to come and ask me for a dance, you have been staring at me all evening since I arrived. She was blunt as she looked up at him with a little smirk. It is as if you are interested in me, Lieutenant. No one could really hear her speaking for those moments as she waited for his response. Lord, would he get embarrassed and blush? That would certainly be amusing if that was the case.
Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

Smiling as she took his hand, the lace glove felt soft against his slightly rough palm. As she spoke, the voice lay like honey on his ears, within it though he heard a bit of the vinegar that he had been told about. A slight blush rose on his neck as he led Eleanor to the dance floor and holding one hand in his, the other hand on the small of her back began the next waltz. Truth be told Miss Caldwell, you are correct, he admitted it sheepishly as they moved about the dance floor. Since I first saw you my heart has only beat to the thought of you. As he moved close to her, noticed the graceful curve of her cheek, the brightness of the eyes that had captured his attention when he met her. Eleanor was graceful as they moved around the dance floor, it had been awhile since Alexander had gone dancing but he had practiced enough that it was easy to flow with her. Taller than her he felt as if he was enveloping her with his broad arms, her smell was intoxicating, floral and feminine and something he was unused to from the ladies he met at his family dinners. I was hoping you would come, but to be honest I did not know you were calling me, my family does not come to these parties often. Jokingly he added, you seem to be very well versed in how to use a fan. Laughing slightly at his joke as they followed the steps of the waltz, talking when close and stopping when they moved apart. My family has been here for a few generations and my parents still cling to some of the older beliefs, because of that we have a successful business but parties tend to be a rarity for us sadly. He stopped as they spread apart to move with the others, switching partners for a moment before coming back together. As he watched her she truly had the grace and elegance he expected of someone like her, a person of breeding his mother had often said. Though in mother's tone he found it slightly dismissive, as she often thought that breeding came with decadence. The Puritan beliefs still ran through the family, though they were diluted with each generation and with he and his brothers and sisters it was very watered down. Touching her again as they came back together, feeling the softness of the dress under his hand, his heart quickened while he lamented the dance ending. I do hope we will have a chance to see each other more Miss Caldwell, I would very much like to spend time with you. Get to know you, he swallowed hard as he knew the words had meaning beyond the simple aspect of knowing her, I find you a most interesting, and attractive lady.
Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

The dance had been lovely and fun, it had been so long that she had almost forgotten how fun dancing could be. Glancing up at the gentleman as it was coming to a close, Eleanor said. I suppose that you might have to make an effort to speak to me, perhaps? She could not help herself but tease him a little. We could start by you getting me a refreshment? She proposed as a way of being able to talk and get to know one another after a dance. He had mentioned about how his family was not much for parties. Lord, she did hope that he saw different because she did not think that she could be courted by a man who did not enjoy fun. How very Puritan. He was escorting her off the dance floor towards the refreshment table. There was the punch that was alcoholic the one that had been spiked but she did not know about but there were also cups being served by a servant of coffee and lemonade as well as the punch along with white wine for those who wanted it. You were saying about how you could not go to events and parties growing up? Is it because you lived in the country? Many of the men in the military were volunteers from the country and that was why she was asking. She did not understand how a business would take away from going to events. Pity really, it is a great way to become more acquaint with others. She glanced up at him as she asked for the punch and the servant spooned some into a glass for her. Taking a sniff, she said. Good lord, someone no doubt spiked the punch. She still had a sip after all one cup was not going to make her a disgrace. Do tell of your family? What sort of successful business do they run? She asked curiously before taking another sip of the punch with a bit of rum in it. There was no better time to get acquainted then at a ball because sometimes, parents were not so watchful as they were in other settings. Not that she would be improper being that she knew there were a lot of watchful eyes and there was the concern of everyone being for the Patriots position in the war. Oh and do continue praising me on my beauty. She was not being sarcastic but then, she was a little.
Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

Taking a cup of punch that he knew Hammond had already visited noticed the underlying scent of rum, used to it from the warehouse he had drunk some but not much. Feeling more intoxicated from Eleanor's presence than the rum he turned to look at the slightly pointed nose and wide, lush lips. A rounded face that he found attractive, though it had been her demeanor and the fire in her emerald eyes that had first caught her attention. I will run out of words to praise your angelic countenance, my lady, long before I run out of desire to praise your natural glow. Leaning in slightly whispered rakishly, although the jealousy of others I cannot do much about sadly. Taking a drink of the punch felt the sweetness of the rum. My family have been merchants in Cambridge for a few generations, the family reluctance to talk about their wealth came out now. We came after the initial settling of the neck, after Winthrop had made the original settlement. We came as part of the Puritan settlement and my family still clings to much of the faith, though many of us have deviated slightly to less restrictive faiths. Stepping aside from the floor he stood close to her, feeling the heat and the scent of her perfume, or whatever the ladies used. It's just me and my sister Agatha, she is 16 and already she has line of suitors coming to the house. As for me, he gestured towards the uniform, although my father is not so interested in the cause it has stirred my blood. The room had become crowded and warmer, he could feel a flush of the rum beginning which was stirring his blood more than he intended. Next to Eleanor, he felt awkward, as if he wanted to impress her but unsure how. Prattling on slightly about the family business, and the family scattered about Massachusetts, some merchants, others bankers or lawyers. A settled family. What of your family? With such a beautiful daughter your parents must be busy beating off suitors.
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

Shannon quickly turns to face Lord Byron. She lets out an overly exaggerated sigh and casually removes her face guard. The crowd gasps, everyone is completely shocked to see that a woman has entered into the tournament as a competitor, let alone that the match came up a draw, against their champion. As Shannon removes helmet revealing a sweaty, breathing heavily face, and brown unkempt hair that is a bit short for a female, she bows to Byron Shannon she is very slim and healthy, about the same height as Byron. During the lengthy match in which neither of the two seemed able to claim the advantage, a true test of Shannon's stamina was given. The countless hours at the gym paid off for this one. Though her fencing uniform was not revealing in the least, she got a lot of attention, not sure if it was because she was a woman or because of the draw. Shannon walks past Byron to claim her prize, a 477 pound check. She is somewhat of a hoarder when it comes to money but a very generous and gracious person. She kind of likes the attention as she doesn't get out much, she feels uncomfortable though, as her wandering eye catches a few misdoings.
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

Shannon's mind always seemed to be in multiple places at once, she seemingly pays little attention to what Byron was saying I'll just call you Byron then, for short, sounds better anyways says Shannon as she peers away, listening in on a conversation between two apparent bankers. After following Byron into the changing room, she stands there, hopping on one leg in a struggle to remove her uniform without taking off her clothes. None of the other men seem to mind that she is in the men's changing room, hopefully out of understanding that a women's changing room does not exist in the club. Shannon leaves her sweaty, black, tank top and gym shorts on, in refusal to take them off with the hungry eyes watching. In the dining room, she feels as if she is dressed like a hobo, but no one's opinion matters to her, she is here for Byron and would have otherwise gone home already. The sherry's are placed on the table in front of them I don't drink, Byron, you can have mine. I'll have a steak, and one of their finest waters.
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

You certainly don't rest on convention do you? He smiled admirably at her as she sat down. Taking up the sherry he nodded to her, looking at the ruby colored wine as he swirled it around the small glass releasing some of its sweet aroma. Fencing and all aside you definitely are far more interesting than most of the men here, sipping the sherry savored its sweetness on his tongue as he let it drip down his throat. Shannon was not the only one of out place here he noticed, again the simply dressed man with the valise was by the bar. Shyly ordering a small aperitif, the man placed the cracked and old valise on the floor. Take that man for instance, he gestured towards the bar, the one with the brown suit. Out of place here, yet no one seems to notice. Nervous, and out of place, the valise itself is odd. Heavy and not required within the club, he sipped again as he watched the man. Yes, very odd, beginning to talk aloud, his mind moving ahead as he muttered to himself. Plain cloth, cheaply cut, the shoes also old and dirtied. A man who walks a lot, the cuffs on his pants hemmed and repaired. The valise, held as if in preparation for something, or valuable within. Even on the ground he touches it with a foot. Interesting. A motion at his side, oh yes, sorry my dear. I get lost in thought easily. Smiling, oh yes, the fencing. So few women take up the sabre, and your skill. Where did you train, if I may so inquire?
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

Shannon looks at you with a face that is a strange mixture of both intrigue and pity, as she reads into each word that you are saying, even when you start to mumble halfway to yourself. When asked about her training, she replies one moment please she says as she gets up with her eye on that man you described. An aromatic inhale of the sherry stings her nostrils as she passes. She approaches the brown suited man and casually strikes up some conversation with him, then she falls over on him, making sure that he cops a good feel out of it, in order to distract him from the satchel she was stealing. Claiming to have had a little too much wine, she makes her way back to the oak table and passes Phillip the satchel, under the table. For the steak she whispers and sits down with you I have never played swords before this is my first time, my natural ability comes from the vigorous exercises I put myself through daily.
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

Watching Shannon distract the strange man and return with the valise, placed at his feet, looks up in a mixture of amazement and wonder. Simple but effective, an usual way to obtain something. Smiling and giving Shannon an admiring glance looks down at the valise. Opening it slightly notices the inside is filled with loose coins of varying denominations. That explains the weight of it, surreptitiously picking up a couple notices the brown suited man has disappeared from the room. Curiouser and curiouser, taking a close look at the coins. turning them over from one side to the other. Pausing as Shannon's steak arrives, raising an eyebrow at where they might have obtained it. Not something he had ever seen offered in the Club before, but they always did serve their members well. The meat still steamed from where ever it was cooked, the smell of charred meat resounding in his nostrils. Shrugged turns each coin over once in his hands then smiles as he places them on the table in increasing denomination, from a shilling up to a crown. Notice anything unusual in the coins?
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

She inhales deeply let's see Shannon says quietly and bites into the coin Yup it's not chocolate. She notices a few men listening in and trying not to be noticed. I don't think that this is a conversation we should have here Shannon gestures toward all the men around the club, also trying not to be noticed let's go to my house...it's quieter. She takes a bite of her steak and savors it after this. I don't know how you got here but I walked. She leans in close to your face with a majority of her cleavage showing through her tank they look real, but it's so easy to alter coins these days, smells like trouble though she whispers and continues her meal.
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

Chocolate Coins? He mused for a moment watching her, a smirk on his face at her unconventionality. This made her more interesting, he thought, better than the stuffy gentlemen who tried to avoid watching them from across the room. Eyes made their way to her, whether as curio, or something that touched on their baser desires in the alcohol and tobaccoo fumed air, he was unsure. A novel thought that, very good. Though no, that is not what I meant. The eyes, a slight detail surely, but while our good Queen Victoria does possess the realm of human emotion that is not one that would be depicted on the coins. Finishing his sherry scanned the bar, while the crowd had someone thinned there was an obvious loss. It seems our friend has noticed his loss. Either embarrassed or his work done, gesturing towards the bar, he's left. Looking down at the valise. What does one do with a case full of counterfeit coins, too much to just buy something with, picking up the valise was amused at the weight. Digging a hand in the coins felt the smoothed edges on some and the sharpness of others, some actually were actually worn. There were some scratches on the inside, running his hand over the inner material felt an impression of something. Writing on the inside, running his finger slowly over the area, an address. 1313 Mockingbird Lane. Now that sounds to be a dreary address.
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

Oh 1313 Mocking Bird lane? I had a friend that used to live there, oh sorry never mind I think that was '1313 did your cheese fall off your cracker lane'. I can tell you're thinking of going there as a vigilante and it's not a good idea Shannon says as she finishes her steak and water, struggling not to look back at you. Whenever you're ready to go, we can continue our discussion at my house. I really need a shower, and I will not use the one in this club, if there is one. I live on the next street over, you are welcome to come with me sir I'm going home...thanks for the steak...I guess this counts as my first date, I hope to see more of you.
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

Sitting back in the chair nodding, date? Standing and following to the front room, the butler nodded to them in greeting, averting his eyes. A hand held out his coat and cane, putting on the long coat he turned to watch her at the door. The butler looked at him with wise but weary eyes, the man's uniform tight against his paunch, but the back straight and stiff. The hat was brushed and placed carefully on his head, a perceptible nod and he turned to the door. Held open by the red coated doormen outside. Walking beside her, nodding to the ladies in the street, the cane an accessory and not needed. I am hardly what one would call a vigilante. He sniffed at the term, it sounded so base. As the crowded street passed by his eyes wandered, noting the stares of some, especially those of the more baser sort with hungry eyes, then realized he still had the valise with him. Its more of a curiosity in things, that seem to happen. Like a puzzle, the pieces appear and they just demand to be placed back together.