Jan. 4 Wednesday - 3:16 pm, At the arcade
It was busy in the arcade, kind of expected with the student being on break. It was perfect for Toshi though as he weaved his way around sneaking what he could out of unsuspecting kid’s pockets and vanishing within the crowd again. He had counted his earnings for the day but they were not enough to get dinner for himself at a nearby restaurant he desired to try.
The arcade was child’s play for a pick pocket like him, the people there only carried little cash and what wasn’t in their pockets was being pumped into the machines. If he was any good at the games he would try and hustle some cash out of them instead but he heard rumors of a high school boy that frequented the arcades. This boy was unbeatable and tended to hustle unsuspecting twerps such as himself. As Toshi reached his hand into a boys back pocket that crossed his path he was excited to feel an almost empty pack of cigarettes. Snatching them up Toshi decided one last person should suffice before he had to relocate; it was only a matter of time before one of these losers alerted the authorities and he didn’t have the time for that.
He moved quickly looking for his next potential victim when he stopped by a line of street fighter arcades. A bunch of young people sat on stools facing the machines. Behind them another row of street fighter machines full of people facing them with their backs turned to one another. Toshi smiled to himself and he moved to walk between the two rows of sitting arcade visitors, he very clumsily squeezed between the people bumping as he went. With whispered false apologies his hands quickly felt pockets and grabbed what he could, he was almost to the clear when a hand was on his suddenly stopping him, his eyes widened as he realized he was caught.
He struggled to think of a way out and his choices were mainly breaking free and running away or pleading innocence. Toshi knew he would have to break free there was no other choice, with a yank he pulled the person who held onto him to the floor as he broke loose and made a beeline for the exit using the chaos that was ensuing as a cloak to hide him. Laughing Toshi was too cocky to see that someone had just entered the arcade until he ran into and tackled them back to the street. “SHIT” he yelled as he contacted with the cement. He had fucked up again.
The arcade was child’s play for a pick pocket like him, the people there only carried little cash and what wasn’t in their pockets was being pumped into the machines. If he was any good at the games he would try and hustle some cash out of them instead but he heard rumors of a high school boy that frequented the arcades. This boy was unbeatable and tended to hustle unsuspecting twerps such as himself. As Toshi reached his hand into a boys back pocket that crossed his path he was excited to feel an almost empty pack of cigarettes. Snatching them up Toshi decided one last person should suffice before he had to relocate; it was only a matter of time before one of these losers alerted the authorities and he didn’t have the time for that.
He moved quickly looking for his next potential victim when he stopped by a line of street fighter arcades. A bunch of young people sat on stools facing the machines. Behind them another row of street fighter machines full of people facing them with their backs turned to one another. Toshi smiled to himself and he moved to walk between the two rows of sitting arcade visitors, he very clumsily squeezed between the people bumping as he went. With whispered false apologies his hands quickly felt pockets and grabbed what he could, he was almost to the clear when a hand was on his suddenly stopping him, his eyes widened as he realized he was caught.
He struggled to think of a way out and his choices were mainly breaking free and running away or pleading innocence. Toshi knew he would have to break free there was no other choice, with a yank he pulled the person who held onto him to the floor as he broke loose and made a beeline for the exit using the chaos that was ensuing as a cloak to hide him. Laughing Toshi was too cocky to see that someone had just entered the arcade until he ran into and tackled them back to the street. “SHIT” he yelled as he contacted with the cement. He had fucked up again.