He looked over his shoulder. He tip-toed quietly into the costume store outside Keple Road. He emerged fully clothed as an airline pilot, as he held his head high. His suitcase was in his right hand, and a small cheque book in the left. He rushed to the airport, and prepared to do his bad deed, a con.
He fitted the Night Box sign above the safe. A very nice young lady walked up to him. She had a massive bulging purse, lodged in obstruction of her zip. She swayed her blonde hair from her face as she walked up to the young man.
"Excuse me, can I put my stuff here overnight?" she asked. The young man thought long and hard about what to do. Then, he remembered.
"I'm sorry lady, it's out of order." he fibbed. "Could you, erm, put them here instead. Then, I can take it to an open safe." he asked the lady. She agreed, pulling her purse and lipstick in the suitcase.
"Thank you," she said softly, as she walked away. He tipped his hat, and then, when no-one was watching, he tore down the sign, and ran away, successfully conning his first subject...
OOC: Anyone can join in as the con artist. I'm the policeman.
OOC PS: Yes, yes, this is all based off Frank W. Abagnale's story.
