<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/73/Roger_Bagha.jpg/403px-Roger_Bagha.jpg)</div><strong>Disney Character/New Name:</strong>Rajah/Roger Bagha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Curios shop near campus<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Deputy Sheriff on patrol<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sophie, Gwen, open<br/><hr/>Roger liked mornings.  When the wind was right you could smell the salt tang blowing in off the Sound, and the world seemed quieter, cooler, clearer in the morning.  Even the gulls were quiet, roosting on power lines or walking about the city plaza.  Being a cop on Anaheim Island wasn't a very stressful job, but mornings were particularly quiet.  Right now he was amusing himself by playing a game.  A game of stalking.<br/><br/>Without any particular appearance of stealth, he approached a cluster of gulls.  Appearances could be deceptive, as his slow innocuous movement circled him in ever closer to his unsuspecting prey.  The gulls ignored him, and he moved in closer and closer yet.  It didn't take many minutes before he was only a step away from the oblivious birds, and then he pounced.<br/><br/>His pounce was a flat-footed jump that carried him nearly ten feet to land practically atop his intended prey.  And if he'd wanted he would have landed directly on the bird, killing it.  Not that he wanted to kill the thing.  Feathers in the mouth... He made a face, and quickly shook the illogical thought away.  He'd tasted feathers only once - during a pillow fight as a kid. But the memory of feathers and blood - his own blood from a cut lip - and the satisfaction of victory when he trounced his friend remained with him, a memory more vivid that the real violence he's seen in Somalia, Sarajevo, and a dozen other places serving as a Marine.<br/><br/>He could have stomped the bird, or even caught it live with a swift bat of hand.  He caught them sometimes just to play with them.  But the flock flew off along with his prey, scattered by his sudden appearance in their midst.  And that... he thought mournfully, was likely to be the highlight of his day.<br/><br/>He moved on, greeting folk with a friendly, small-town-policeman smile, though he rarely spoke even to say hello.  He'd nod, and offer a hand to the boy changing the letters on the movie house marquee.  He assisted a lady with her packages, and he checked the locks on buildings not occupied.  Just a calm, sunny morning with the salt air lending a certain vigor to the day.<br/><br/>As he passed the Curios shop he spotted a figurine in the window, and he paused.  It was a tiger, but a playful tiger with a demeanor more that of a playful kitten than a hunting cat.  And his expression was woeful, with wide eyes looking up and pleading.  He could almost hear the words "My Bad." coming from the thing.  It was an unusual piece, but nothing about it explained why he felt so drawn to it.  He stood at the window for several minutes, watching it.<br/><br/>He stood when a pretty woman - he thought he recognized her as a professor at Walter Roy - stepped out and then stooped and picked something up and went back in.  Now, that was interesting, and just just because of the primo view he got of the woman's fine ass when she bent over.  It was suspicious activity, was what it was.  People didn't normally leave a shoppe and then turn around and go right back in.<br/><br/>Suspicious, and as a beat cop it was his job to investigate the suspicious.  So, he wasn't following that mighty fine ass into the Curio Shoppe.  He was doing his job and investigating suspicious behavior. He passed the tiger figure as he went in, and he stopped again, he attention torn from both the pert posterior his duty.  He picked up the tiger, turned it upside down.<br/><br/>There was a sticker - $25.  But he knew Sophie and was sure he could talk her down.  Maybe ten bucks.  Holding his spontaneous and completely unnecessary purchase, he watched the women talk.  So, she found something by the door.  Mystery solved then, her suspicious actions explained.  He wouldn't have to stalk her back to campus to make sure she wasn't up to something.  Just another boring morning on Anaheim Island.<br/><br/>He waited for Sophie, and when he had her attention he presented the tiger.<strong>"Ten Bucks?"</strong>He asked, never one to say three words when two would do.<br/>