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Roger Smith (roger_smith) wrote in silverage,

Slowly but surely, things were starting to look up. Roger's latest job had involved negotiating the return of some stolen goods (Nothing illegal, but the owner really didn't want the police involved). After overseeing the transaction he found himself walking towards his car, congratulating himself on a job well done.

The area was not exactly one the safest, but he had parked the Griffon at a safe distance, armor full on. As he made his way down the street, he couldn't help thinking about the people he had left behind. This New York City may not had been the place he had called home for as long as he could remember, but it was close enough to make him wonder what had become of the people he knew. He caught a glimpse of red hair and pale skin that made him stop and turn around. But the girl was too old, too tall, too smiley to be Dorothy. Dissapointed, he started to turn back when another girl caught his attention - as pretty as all the girls in this world looked in their colourful dresses, it was refreshing to see one clad in Roger's favorite color. She was also very attractive. He gave her a little smile. Lovely young women were still a soft spot of his.