Stand Aside

George Lusk, builder and Chairman of the Whitechapel Vigilance Committee. Working to keep the streets safe for all.

[manofvigilance]

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[madxma-deactivated20150728]

Susan Hart was usually a calm woman, she had to be, pretend to have a heart of ice in order to survive in a world ruled by men. Even in between her girls, she refused to show too many emotions that could prejudice her business. However, if there was something she disliked more than people who didn’t keep their promises- an obvious jab at her husband- were men who thought they could accuse and manhandle her girls as they pleased. Because she might’ve been cold, cynical even, but she cared for those women far more than she let on. 

Eyebrows furrow in irritation at the gentleman’s bold and almost aggressive demeanor, gloved hands ripping the photo from his grasp as she takes a closer look at the woman in it. She was familiar indeed, but she’d walked away from them a while ago. Now she was none of her business, unless of course, she decided to return. “And you pressume I’d send my girls to do such things as thievery when they have everything they need in here” a cant of her head, irony in her voice “I believe you have got the wrong impression of me, sir.”

[manofvigilance]

"I presume nothing, madam." came Lusk's quick and sharp reply, his teeth visible in his usual and trademark snarl. His hand fell down to his side instinctively as he hoped she would study the photo properly, even get some of her tarts to study it and provide a clue as to this girl's whereabouts. "I only know that rumour leads me 'ere. Per'aps what your girls do in their spare time is out of your control but it is still up to someone to catch the thievin' little bitch." another snarl, indicative of Lusk's mood. Again, he was usually much more respectful to and about women, but crime soured his disposition and treatment of anyone, male female or anything else.

He edged closed, that hand raising again to point a finger accusingly at Ms. Hart. "Is she one of your girls or not, woman?"

[madxma-deactivated20150728]

"May I know in what can I help you, sir? Aside from the obvious of course.” somehow this man seemed far too self-righteous to be seeking such companies, but you never knew. Men were full of surprises.

[manofvigilance]

Almost as if rehearsed, George's hand shot up with a photo of a woman. It was worn-out and passed between hands for some time; George had been sending men out with it to search for the woman for a week now and it had suffered greatly from moving in and out of men's coat pockets. The photo had come from her sister's lodgings, who George had hoped the girl was hiding with. No such luck.

"I seek this woman; a tart. People tell me they've seen here 'ere before. This girl in your employment?" never quite the charmer when it came to acts he viewed as crimes - though rarely actually reported to the police - Lusk had lost whatever inherent gentlemanly manner he might employ around a woman (even a madam). "She's been thieving. Trinkets, jewelry and the like."

[mrsbennetdrake]

[I am totally alive and sorry for neglecting this account, but safe to say I lost my muse. I’m really not all that great at short threads or starter stuff, so if anyone wants to plot out anything with Bella or George let me know! I’m up for anything and would love to sort out a cool longterm plot with you cool cats]

[eveyfoley-deactivated20140523]

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Evelyn nodded and grabbed a glass. She hadn’t seen him before but he looked like an experienced sort of man. She generally trusted his type. They were never trouble makers and she could always count on them to pay.

"Had a hard day, then?" She asked while she poured, diving right into conversation. "Ya’ seem distracted, sir."

[manofvigilance]

"Could say so." he grunted after taking a moment to consider her question. While one hand remained in his pocket to count the appropriate coinage (George never counted money out in the open where it could be snatched), he lifted his other and curled it under his arm for a moment to slip his thick leather glove off, turned to the side a little.

The hand was lifted up in a lackluster display of one very angry looking patch of skin, turned red and purple thanks to bruising. He'd had a club brought down on it, and bleeding under the skin was the worst of it. "Not a broken bone in me but a drink might help all the same." George was not humourless - especially with a polite stranger. "If it won't dull the pain, it'll dull the urge to find the man and beat the same injury into him." a hint of a smile was cracked as coins were produced and placed onto the bar, hand remaining a few inches away should someone get smart with unattended money. 

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[steevefrrench-deactivated202507]

Lets talk about my huge crush on Michael Smiley as George Lusk.

I want him to beat someone up and then be kissed by a swooning lady.

[eveyfoley-deactivated20140523]

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"Welcome to The Black Rose." Evelyn said, smiling while she continued stacking clean glasses. "Can I offer you a drink, sir?"

[manofvigilance]

A mind half-elsewhere was brought back to the present by a young woman's voice; Irish and belonging to the barmaid.

"Whiskey, love." he grunted, regaining his bearings as he stood at the bar, fishing through pockets to find the fight amount of coin. "A double, actually." A long day required a harder drink for George Lusk, it seemed.

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[the-yankee-surgeon]

None other than yer’ usual. What brings y’by here?

[manofvigilance]

"Work that your copper friends should be doin' themselves, yankee." a sneer never failed to grace the older man's face when he encountered those associated with H Division.

"That is what places me 'ere. Who else will make sure Whitechapel's citizens are actually kept safe? Certainly not the police you've nestled in with, if these last months are anythin' to judge from."

[manofvigilance]

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[manofvigilance]

What new scum roams the streets since I was last 'ere, then?

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[carmichael-the-ace-of-spades-de]

"Yours is the unmistakable face of a hypocrite, Lusk, and no better than the pigs in their pen themselves, are your so-called vigilance men.”

"I should like to catch ye unawares in a dark alley some night, me."

[manofvigilance]

George reared his head back, upper lip curling into a snarl.

"I'd take no input from you on where I stand next to the coppers of Whitechapel, seein' as you're the man what breeds boys for murder. Methinks you feel bitter over your own unmaskin' in the whole mess. Last I recall, it was my vigilance men what caught your boy Gower and beat the shit out of you in that orphanage. Per'aps you would like t'meet me in an alley sometime, Carmichael. Jus' hope that frail lanky little frame'a yours can take another beatin'."

[detectiveconstablealbertflight]

"New fella, eh? Per'aps you can inject a bit of modern civility and capability into the hairless monkeys of H-division, son. Else they'll turn you into one of their own; drunk, useless and violent. Good luck, lad. You'll want it with them bastards."

Flight regarded the man with polite eyes. “I’m afraid the men of H division aren’t keen on allowing me to prove myself. Inspecter Reid has been on constant duty to provide ever growing piles of paperwork.” The Irish voice replied, a hand behind his back with the stance of a gentleman.

[manofvigilance]

"Aye, that sounds about right with 'im. Fair warning, lad; the people of Whitechapel won't tolerate him forever. There's enough poor word on him already. When it all falls apart you want t'be on the right side of justice, mate. You keep an eye out for the vigilance men, and we'll keep an eye out for you, I can assure you that."

[manofvigilance]

"Won't be long before the fat is trimmed from the mess that is our borough's police force. Perhaps then criminals would actually fear the hand of the law instead of laughing in the face of it. Until then I figure people may increase in their want for vigilance men once more, while Reid and his men continue to lose control of Whitechapel."

[manofvigilance]

"Let us see if the drunkard fools and their pompous inspector at H-division can solve a crime tonight."

[inspector-reid]

"Do you forget what I told to you when you last caused a stir on my streets? Or are you too incompetent to adhere to the law?"

[manofvigilance]

"Did not forget, Inspector, just ignored. I adhere to the law far more than you an' your little lapdogs, beatin' people black and blue is all you coppers seem to be doin' these days. Bet you can't afford to do much else though." Lusk sneered, very much aware that the vigilance group, though stood down, had had the funds to pay men to patrol the streets two years ago. "It's a shame none of us would be fools enough to apply for uniforn; these days it seems you could do with the help."