<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>Open<br/><hr/>"Sure." He agreed to fix the bell after he handed over the ten-spot.  He slipped the figurine into the murse hooked to his belt and walked behind the counter to get the toolbox, though he scowled when he saw the mess Burt had made of it.  Half the tools were missing.  Probably scattered near the boy's last project.  It didn't matter.  There was a screwdriver and he had his leatherman.  He found the old bell on a shelf near the door.  Apparently Sophie's kids decided someone might buy it.<br/><br/>He was tall and lanky, and had no problem reaching the new buzzer standing flat foots.  Reaching it was one thing, but he needed a stool or something to get a good view of his work, and to get proper leverage with the driver.  His strong, fit body filled the doorway as he worked, first removing the electronic horror activated by a cheap photocell, and then replacing the old brass bell in its old spot - the outline of the bracket and the screw holes still there to use as a guide.  The bell rang with a flat clang a few times as he worked, muted by his touch.  But once it was properly hung and the clapper set, the bell rang charming and true.<br/><br/>The quiet ginger man enjoyed the sound, and he swatted at the bell several times - telling himself it was to test the installation though really it was just because it was fun to ring the fine brass instrument.  One he finally finished playing he refolded his multi-tool, stepped down from the stool, carefully stowed it back where he found it, and finally came back around the counter to replace the screwdriver.  He looked at Sophie and paused.  He should say something.  He didn't much like talking, but...<br/><br/><strong>"You're all set."</strong>He informed her.<strong>"Ma'am" </strong>He tilted his head in a good-bye gesture, and then turned his attention to Gwendolyn, giving her the same brief nod.<strong>"Ma'am."</strong>Having no more reason to delay, he headed out the door.  It wasn't like he wasn't doing his job by staying - Community Relations were an important part of a beat cop's job.  But he preferred the outdoors to the point of sleeping in his back yard more than he did in his bed.<br/><br/>Once outside he seemed to expand.  He was a big guy, though his quiet step and feline grace often kept people from realizing it.  But outside he had room to breathe, and he was keenly aware of every animal, person, and event in a fairly wide circle.  His ears cocked, his nose twitched, and his eyes followed movement, all while he simply seemed to stand and stretch.  He'd tour the campus first, then swing through the residential district just north, and circle back down main street again.  That should put near the harbor around noon for his lunch.  Sounded like a plan, and that is what he did.<br/><br/>Patrol went without event, like always, and he expected nothing less of his afternoon.  From the harbor he walked toward the Campus annex - one of his favorite places on the island.  The Annex wasn't a building so much as a park.  The area hosted the stables, and the Vet school, and the Horticulture program with the botanical gardens.  There was a rose garden, and an old English bower, and lilacs of every hue from white to deep purple.  And there were beds of succulents, like mint and clover and his favorite - catnip.  He could sit on the wooden bench near the catnip all day, admiring the great view of the Japanese rock garden across the duck pond.  It was a fine place to end his shift.  A fine place to sit and relax until he decided what to do with his evening.<br/>