KaylaCautio
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1927, seven years after the start of the alcohol prohibition. Certainly limited choices for some, including Joshua Teufel. Seventeen years old, no known parents, five younger brothers to take care of. Most of the time, before the prohibition, he would go to bars and pickpocket the drunks, knowing they wouldn't notice anything. Now he wouldn't be caught dead in any kind of bar, partially because most of the legal ones were closed, but mostly because he'd probably wind up dead if he was caught in there. Nowadays, he simply went around small cafes and tried to scam people out of their money, but only occasionally. He found he was much better at pickpocketing than coming up with little schemes like that.
One fateful day, the boy found himself in another cafe, farther off from where he usually looked for people to fool. Something felt off, but he didn't know quite what it was. Nevertheless, he scanned the room, trying to pick out someone who looked like they had a fair bit of cash on them. Little did he know, real soon he'd probably be getting tangled up in one of the bigger schemes he'd heard so much about.
One fateful day, the boy found himself in another cafe, farther off from where he usually looked for people to fool. Something felt off, but he didn't know quite what it was. Nevertheless, he scanned the room, trying to pick out someone who looked like they had a fair bit of cash on them. Little did he know, real soon he'd probably be getting tangled up in one of the bigger schemes he'd heard so much about.