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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Herobizkit" data-source="post: 5146614" data-attributes="member: 36150">Rory sat on the bus in quiet contemplation, looking out the window and watching his home city drift off into the distance.  The sun was setting on Beantown, but Rory felt as though a new dawn was just around the corner for his new life.  Department 7, wizards, fey... the whole concept of a magical world existing in secret, yet in plain sight, and that he could perceive and eventually control this new reality... Rory's head swam with the possibilities.He drifted in and out of sleep for most of the trip.  While he was elated at the opportunity to put the Catholic lifestyle behind him (and guilt-free at that), he couldn't help but think of the good times he had with the friends he had made there... especially Twilight.  Hopefully, Rory thought, Department 7 offered vacation pay, or shore leave, or whatever they call gettin' away to get "a fine bit o' stuff".When Rory next awoke, he found that the bus had stopped at its destination.  Bleary-eyed, Rory hoisted his military-style duffel bag over his shoulder and disembarked from the bus.  He flagged down a cab and told the driver the address that Twilight had given him: 185 South Street.  The cabbie gave Rory a sidelong glance, mumbled something about "that place being a popular spot lately", and had Rory at the front steps of a stately townhouse in twenty minutes.Rory climbed the front steps and rang the bell adjacent to the entry doors.<<OOC: Yeah, Rory looks like Stephen Dorff with red hair and green eyes.  Plus, you know, Rory is Irish, so imagine an Irish accent when he speaks.>><img src="http://100grana.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/stephen-dorff.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>

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