And There was Chaos…
Writer note: The Delancey sisters are the mastermind of my friend, Blush, that she came up with while we were RPing a long time ago. We were writing it in parts, but she handed the whole responsibilty over to me after the second page :P Anyways, enjoy!
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"Get your butt out of my face!" Delilah whispered in a shouting tone.
"If ya'd move down a little more, maybe I could!" Her younger sister, Tilda,
shouted back.
Delilah snorted and tried to move down the rope, but it was too hard. She'd
been afraid of heights almost all her life, not telling anyone. She moved a few
inches down, gripping the rope so hard it could slice through her fingers.
Tilda was getting anxious. "Whatcha waiting for? We gotta get out here before
next year!" Oh, here came the sarcasm.
"I know, idiot!" Delilah took a deep breath. An inch farther, she crept.
C'mon, you can do it; you're a Delancey! - She thought. But before Delilah
could psych herself out to move again, a voice came from the top of the window.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Delancey sisters, trying to escape." An
evil snicker was heard. Tilda gritted her teeth. It was Jessica Levine. The
Delancey sisters hated her. The feeling was mutual.
"Will you go take a spin on your broom while we get outta here, Jess?" Tilda
remarked, with a smirk that could be seen even in the darkness.
"No, thank you. I think I'll just stay here and play with this lovely rope."
Jessica sighed, swinging the rope the sisters were hanging off of.
Delilah was about to be sick. Oh great, just what we need! Tilda looked down
at her sister. "Keep going. Ignore her."
"Look what I have…" Jessica trailed off with a slight mischievous tone to her
voice…A knife. "Let me cut this rope here." Tilda was about to scream, "NO!"
But before she could even open her mouth, Jessica had miraculously cut the rope.
The sisters went tumbling to the ground. Luckily, their room was only two
stories high.
Delilah sat up a minute later, holding her head. "Oh the pain…why…pain…"
Tilda groaned. "Mommy, does the bad lady have to come along?" She was
obviously out of it for the time being. Her sis shook her. "Tilda! Snap out of
it!" She heard footsteps coming.
Tilda sat up, still wobbly and touched her side area. "Ouch! That's gonna
leave a bruise…and a few broken ribs."
"GIRLS!" Delilah and Tilda jumped about ten feet in the air. "What do you
think your doing?" Mrs. Crane asked, with her hands on her hip - oddly
resembling a chicken. She sounded like one too. Let's all cackle!
"Uh…" Delilah looked up at her. "Going for a moonlight stroll?" She smirked
weakly.
~*~*~*~
Mrs. Crane hustled them back inside, and to her office. "Now what were you
doing?!"
Delilah sighed in frustration. "We were escaping! We hate it here!" She
paced around the office, but not for long, due to her aching ribs.
"You want to leave?" Mrs. Crane had a puzzled look on her face.
"YES!" The sisters screamed unison.
"Then why didn't you say so?!" Mrs. Crane got a big smile on her face, and
started dancing around the room. This was positively scary for the girls. "You
want to leave?! Go right ahead!"
"Really?" Delilah asked, confused. This was far too good to be true.
"Pack your bags. Don't let the door hit you on the way out!"
The expressions of pain that had been on their faces changed to happiness. "You
mean it?"
"GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Mrs. Crane pushed them out the door. "Wait!" The girls
looked back hesitantly, afraid of what she might say. "Will you take Jessica
with you?"
Delilah and Tilda burst into laughter. "Fat chance, lady!"
~*~*~*~
The two girls crept up to the window of their old apartment. This was where
they used to live with their two brothers and uncle. The boarding house they'd
been stuck at for a year was just a borough away.
Tilda opened the lowest window very carefully. "You sure they still live here?"
she asked.
"Of course! They wouldn't move without telling us." Delilah thought about
that for a moment. "Well, maybe they would, but I can tell they still live
here…it stinks!"
The two girls climbed into the window, dumping their duffel bags on the small
living room floor. They quietly tiptoed to their brothers' room.
"Aww…they're sleeping like little babies" Delilah remarked.
"What an adorable sight!" Tilda agreed, before putting on her famous
mischievous smirk. "Wanna play a prank?"
Delilah smiled happily. "You were reading my mind."
A little while later, they'd very cleverly slipped their brothers' hands in
pans of warm water. After only thirty seconds, Tilda started giggling.
"Is it working?" Delilah whispered.
"Not yet. I was just thinking about how funny this will be! They'll both think
they wet the bed! Oh, the joys of what you learn in boarding school after lights out."
A snore came from Morris as he rolled over. "Is he awake?" Tilda asked.
Delilah peeked at him. "Naw, just a snore."
Just then, a rustle came from Oscar's bed. He groaned, then - after a few
seconds for it to register - he yelped and jumped out of bed.
"AH! Don't tell me it's starting again!" he shouted, peering down at his bed.
The girls, who were standing by the door now, erupted into laughter. By then,
Morris had woken up thinking he'd wet the bed as well.
"EW! Oscar, wha's goin' on?" he screamed.
Oscar lit a candle, and peered over at the door, where he laid eyes on his
younger sisters. "Wha' the HECK?!?"
Morris looked at them. "You did this!!!!" He tore off after them, running all
over the apartment.
Weasel wobbled in to see the brothers pinning down their sisters. Delilah and
Tilda were still laughing though. It was bruising Tilda's ribs even more.
"Oh no." He sighed. "They're back." The grown man almost broke down in tears.
~*~*~*~
Weasel grabbed the two boys by the scruff of the neck and pulled them off the
girls, who were still laughing uncontrollably. The boys protested.
"Boys! They may deserve a good soakin', but they're still girls. And your
sisters to boot! You can't just beat 'em like you would a guy."
Delilah and Tilda were sitting up now, their laughter beginning to subside.
Weasel looked them over, rubbing his whiskery chin.
"What am I gonna do with you two, huh?"
"What do you mean, 'do with us?' We're perfect angels!" Delilah said, batting
her eyelashes. Tilda giggled, but quickly stopped, holding her aching ribcage.
"Yeah, angels." Weasel grunted. "C'mon. It's two o'clock in the morning.
Some of us have jobs. Let's find you a bed." He lead the girls back into the
living room, where their bags waited.
"Why can't we just have our old beds, Uncle Wiesel?" Tilda asked, as Weasel
started throwing blankets on the floor.
"Because they ain't here no more. We sold 'em." He looked at the girls. "You
weren't s'posed to come back," he said with irritation in his voice. "You were
s'posed to get 'reformed' into ladies and marry rich men."
Delilah smirked. "Yeah, well...we missed ya too darn much." After saying this
she was hit in the head by a pillow her sister (who was now on the floor) threw
at her.
"Don't make me laugh, Delilah! It hurts too bad!"
Weasel looked from one girl to the other, then to the ceiling, muttering, "Oy!
Cecilia, you must have really hated me to have left these demons in my care."
He looked at the girls one more time, and left the room.
~*~*~*~
Delilah awoke early the next morning, due to the hustle and bustle of her
brothers and uncle getting ready for work. Glancing to her side, she noticed
that Tilda was still completely zonked out. She then looked around the room,
and saw Morris sitting on the orange couch (the only piece of furniture in the small
tenement apartment(????)) tying the laces on his boots.
"You know," he scowled, "you're lucky Oscar and I didn't soak you after that
stunt you pulled last night." He pulled the shoe lace tight. "That wasn't
funny."
Delilah perched herself up on her elbow and studied his movements, not saying
anything. She didn't have to. She knew he wasn't really mad. Upset, maybe,
but not mad. Morris had always had a soft spot for Delilah. He rarely let it
show, because he was 'too tough.' But she knew him better than most people did.
He was a lot smarter than Oscar, and older too. A lot of people thought that he
was unintelligent because he let Oscar make the orders. Really, it was because
he was afraid. New York is a tough city. Soak or be soaked. As long as you're
soaking and surviving, you're all right. Word gets out that you're a fighter;
people will stay out of your way. If you don't fight...well, word gets out
about that too, and you have to be afraid. Anything can happen to a guy that
can't or won't fight. Morris lets Oscar say who and when to fight, so that he
can save himself from his conscience.
"So, I guess you weren't going to invite us to the factory today," Delilah
said, breaking the silence.
"Huh," Oscar grunted, walking into the room as he pulled his vest on. "We
don't work at the factory anymore," he said sharply. "Uncle Weasel lost his job
as foreman after 'the incident.' I don't think you'll be going anywhere near
our new job. It's highly flammable."
Weasel entered the room. Apparently, he wasn't going to bathe or shave this
morning. He stunk, and had stubble all over his chin. "I've learned my lesson.
I'm not even going to tell you girls where it is we work," he said, jabbing his
finger in Delilah's general direction to help make his point.
The three...I guess you could call them men...walked out the door. Weasel
looked back into the apartment once more. "Don't even think of leaving this
building. I've got spies all over this city. If you so much as lift a finger,
I'll know about it," he threatened, before closing the door behind him.
~*~*~*~
Tilda sighed. "I'm guessing they're not taking us to work with them. I
swear, you accidentally start one little fire, and you're never forgiven."
Delilah laughed. "We burned down the whole factory! That's hardly a little
fire!"
Shrugging, Tilda replied, "It gave the fire department something to do. And it
wasn't the whole factory, just the section Uncle Wiesel was in charge of!"
"So, what should we do instead," Delilah asked. "Weasel still claims to have
spies all over, but we learned a long time ago that that's a bluff."
"Well, how about we go check out all of our old haunts," Tilda suggested,
standing up. "I've been aching for a good game of poker. None of those 'reform
school' girls knew what they were doing." She thought back on teaching the
girls how to play, late at night when they were supposed to be sleeping. It was
an easy way to get some cash, but sometimes you just need a good challenge.
"Sounds like a plan," Delilah replied. "Eat your breakfast and get dressed."
~*~*~*~
"It's the same New York it's always been" Delilah commented, for no reason.
Tilda rolled her eyes. "Yeah, of course it is! We were just in the boarding school for over a year!"
"I know that!" Delilah slapped her sister in the back of the head.
"Hey, you better watch it or I'll soak ya" Tilda gave her most 'intimidating' look. The result was Delilah bursting into laughter. "That's it! Your gonna get it now!"
The two sisters ran down the sidewalk, dodging carts and people. Delilah swerved into an alleyway and keep on running with Tilda hot on her heels. The fun only lasted for a couple more minutes. The girls turned another corner, and rammed right into something…actually it was someone. Tilda looked up first.
"Well, well, well. Wha' do we have heah?" a tall boy with a stupid smirk asked, nonchalantly.
"It looks like two lost goil" another boy retorted. He smirked at the girls as well to reveal a few teeth missing.
Delilah made a face. "Ew…what happen? Did a donkey kick you?"
"Huh?" the boys quirked at the same time. Finally, after a few minutes of scratching foreheads and looking dazed at the ground, the boy with the missing teeth said, "You better take dat back, goil! 'Er yer gonna regret sayin' it!"
Tilda, all this time, was having fun just watching this 'fascinating' scene unfold. "Oh man, you two are as stupid as our brothers!"
The first boy stepped right up to her, making him seem more threatening. "I bet we're stronger then your brothers though." Tilda sorta coward now. This boy in front of her was tall, and I mean, tall.
"Oh drat" Delilah murmured. Suddenly a hand caught her by surprise.
The boy with the missing teeth pulled her close to him. "I toldja ya gonna regret sayin' dat."
"Back off, jerk!" Delilah kicked him in a very private area. "Tilda, get out of here!"
Meanwhile, her sister was being pushed into a wall by the tall boy. Tilda was smaller than Delilah. Even though they both had power behind them, they could be vulnerable sometimes. Delilah took a running leap on the tall boy's back.
"Leave her alone!" She tried getting to his face to claw him, but he threw her down against the wall as well.
The two boys stood over them, laughing, with magically-appearing pipes in their hands. "Now to teach ya a lesson you'll never forget."
The sisters cringed, ready for pain…but nothing came. Tilda opened her eyes slightly to see the two 'bad' boys being beaten up by some other guys. There were newspapers scattered on the ground. The two boys took off running for their lives.
"HA! that was fun" someone remarked, brushing the dust off this pants.
"Hey, look at that" another person said, pointing to the girls. "You okay?" he asked. "Let me help ya up."
A boy with brown hair and wearing a red bandanna approached them, reaching out his hand. Delilah took his offering as another boy walked over to help Tilda up. Two other boys appeared out of no where.
"What's going on, Jack?" a guy in pink long johns asked, running up to the scene.
"Just a little fight and rescue" Jack replied, throwing a smirk at Delilah.
Delilah felt her stomach twist. It was something to be a helpless dame, but to have tried to fight off two strong guys with no help was something else. "Excuse you?!" she exclaimed, jerking away from Jack's hold.
Jack stared at her confused at to what she meant. "Huh?" It seems that Jack was almost as stupid as the boys who he just beat up.
"Delilah, these guys are apes like our brothers. Let's get out of here and find some action" Tilda muttered to her sister, taking her arm.
They started to walk off when the boy - with blonde hair and glasses - who helped Tilda up said, "Wait a minute!"
The girls spun around slowly. "What?" they asked in unison.
"Can't we get a thank you?"
A moment passed before Delilah and Tilda burst into laughter. The blonde looked hurt and jammed his hands in his pockets.
Tilda noticed this, and took pity. "Aww…look what we did, Delilah, we made him cry."
The boy with the big teeth got annoyed. "Would you two stop being so mean."
"We were just trying to help you goils from gettin' your rears kicked" Jack said, matter-a-factly.
Delilah realized that they did help them out, and knew that her and her sister would of gotten a good beating if it wasn't for their rescuers. "All right. If you want a thank you, here it is - thank you for saving our lousy rears. We're mean girls who have too much pride, so, don't mind us. Happy now? Come on, Tilda, let's go find the poker hall. It has to be in the same place last time we went."
They began to walk off again when the boy in pink spoke up, "You lookin' for the old poker hall on 5th?"
Once again, the sisters spun around. "Yeah."
"Well, it got closed down by the bulls. We know where the new location is. Want us to show you?"
Delilah shrugged. "I guess so."
"Got names?" Jack asked, shifting closer to them.
Tilda whirled her eyes. "Naw! We answer to nothing. Of course, we do. I'm Tilda."
"And I'm Delilah. We're sisters."
"I'm Jack. And these are my newsies: Skittery, Dutchy, and Snitch." He pointed them all out. "Now that we know each other, follow me." It was like Jack to take the lead for anything. They all headed off to the poker hall.
Writer note: The Delancey sisters are the mastermind of my friend, Blush, that she came up with while we were RPing a long time ago. We were writing it in parts, but she handed the whole responsibilty over to me after the second page :P Anyways, enjoy!
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"Get your butt out of my face!" Delilah whispered in a shouting tone.
"If ya'd move down a little more, maybe I could!" Her younger sister, Tilda,
shouted back.
Delilah snorted and tried to move down the rope, but it was too hard. She'd
been afraid of heights almost all her life, not telling anyone. She moved a few
inches down, gripping the rope so hard it could slice through her fingers.
Tilda was getting anxious. "Whatcha waiting for? We gotta get out here before
next year!" Oh, here came the sarcasm.
"I know, idiot!" Delilah took a deep breath. An inch farther, she crept.
C'mon, you can do it; you're a Delancey! - She thought. But before Delilah
could psych herself out to move again, a voice came from the top of the window.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Delancey sisters, trying to escape." An
evil snicker was heard. Tilda gritted her teeth. It was Jessica Levine. The
Delancey sisters hated her. The feeling was mutual.
"Will you go take a spin on your broom while we get outta here, Jess?" Tilda
remarked, with a smirk that could be seen even in the darkness.
"No, thank you. I think I'll just stay here and play with this lovely rope."
Jessica sighed, swinging the rope the sisters were hanging off of.
Delilah was about to be sick. Oh great, just what we need! Tilda looked down
at her sister. "Keep going. Ignore her."
"Look what I have…" Jessica trailed off with a slight mischievous tone to her
voice…A knife. "Let me cut this rope here." Tilda was about to scream, "NO!"
But before she could even open her mouth, Jessica had miraculously cut the rope.
The sisters went tumbling to the ground. Luckily, their room was only two
stories high.
Delilah sat up a minute later, holding her head. "Oh the pain…why…pain…"
Tilda groaned. "Mommy, does the bad lady have to come along?" She was
obviously out of it for the time being. Her sis shook her. "Tilda! Snap out of
it!" She heard footsteps coming.
Tilda sat up, still wobbly and touched her side area. "Ouch! That's gonna
leave a bruise…and a few broken ribs."
"GIRLS!" Delilah and Tilda jumped about ten feet in the air. "What do you
think your doing?" Mrs. Crane asked, with her hands on her hip - oddly
resembling a chicken. She sounded like one too. Let's all cackle!
"Uh…" Delilah looked up at her. "Going for a moonlight stroll?" She smirked
weakly.
~*~*~*~
Mrs. Crane hustled them back inside, and to her office. "Now what were you
doing?!"
Delilah sighed in frustration. "We were escaping! We hate it here!" She
paced around the office, but not for long, due to her aching ribs.
"You want to leave?" Mrs. Crane had a puzzled look on her face.
"YES!" The sisters screamed unison.
"Then why didn't you say so?!" Mrs. Crane got a big smile on her face, and
started dancing around the room. This was positively scary for the girls. "You
want to leave?! Go right ahead!"
"Really?" Delilah asked, confused. This was far too good to be true.
"Pack your bags. Don't let the door hit you on the way out!"
The expressions of pain that had been on their faces changed to happiness. "You
mean it?"
"GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Mrs. Crane pushed them out the door. "Wait!" The girls
looked back hesitantly, afraid of what she might say. "Will you take Jessica
with you?"
Delilah and Tilda burst into laughter. "Fat chance, lady!"
~*~*~*~
The two girls crept up to the window of their old apartment. This was where
they used to live with their two brothers and uncle. The boarding house they'd
been stuck at for a year was just a borough away.
Tilda opened the lowest window very carefully. "You sure they still live here?"
she asked.
"Of course! They wouldn't move without telling us." Delilah thought about
that for a moment. "Well, maybe they would, but I can tell they still live
here…it stinks!"
The two girls climbed into the window, dumping their duffel bags on the small
living room floor. They quietly tiptoed to their brothers' room.
"Aww…they're sleeping like little babies" Delilah remarked.
"What an adorable sight!" Tilda agreed, before putting on her famous
mischievous smirk. "Wanna play a prank?"
Delilah smiled happily. "You were reading my mind."
A little while later, they'd very cleverly slipped their brothers' hands in
pans of warm water. After only thirty seconds, Tilda started giggling.
"Is it working?" Delilah whispered.
"Not yet. I was just thinking about how funny this will be! They'll both think
they wet the bed! Oh, the joys of what you learn in boarding school after lights out."
A snore came from Morris as he rolled over. "Is he awake?" Tilda asked.
Delilah peeked at him. "Naw, just a snore."
Just then, a rustle came from Oscar's bed. He groaned, then - after a few
seconds for it to register - he yelped and jumped out of bed.
"AH! Don't tell me it's starting again!" he shouted, peering down at his bed.
The girls, who were standing by the door now, erupted into laughter. By then,
Morris had woken up thinking he'd wet the bed as well.
"EW! Oscar, wha's goin' on?" he screamed.
Oscar lit a candle, and peered over at the door, where he laid eyes on his
younger sisters. "Wha' the HECK?!?"
Morris looked at them. "You did this!!!!" He tore off after them, running all
over the apartment.
Weasel wobbled in to see the brothers pinning down their sisters. Delilah and
Tilda were still laughing though. It was bruising Tilda's ribs even more.
"Oh no." He sighed. "They're back." The grown man almost broke down in tears.
~*~*~*~
Weasel grabbed the two boys by the scruff of the neck and pulled them off the
girls, who were still laughing uncontrollably. The boys protested.
"Boys! They may deserve a good soakin', but they're still girls. And your
sisters to boot! You can't just beat 'em like you would a guy."
Delilah and Tilda were sitting up now, their laughter beginning to subside.
Weasel looked them over, rubbing his whiskery chin.
"What am I gonna do with you two, huh?"
"What do you mean, 'do with us?' We're perfect angels!" Delilah said, batting
her eyelashes. Tilda giggled, but quickly stopped, holding her aching ribcage.
"Yeah, angels." Weasel grunted. "C'mon. It's two o'clock in the morning.
Some of us have jobs. Let's find you a bed." He lead the girls back into the
living room, where their bags waited.
"Why can't we just have our old beds, Uncle Wiesel?" Tilda asked, as Weasel
started throwing blankets on the floor.
"Because they ain't here no more. We sold 'em." He looked at the girls. "You
weren't s'posed to come back," he said with irritation in his voice. "You were
s'posed to get 'reformed' into ladies and marry rich men."
Delilah smirked. "Yeah, well...we missed ya too darn much." After saying this
she was hit in the head by a pillow her sister (who was now on the floor) threw
at her.
"Don't make me laugh, Delilah! It hurts too bad!"
Weasel looked from one girl to the other, then to the ceiling, muttering, "Oy!
Cecilia, you must have really hated me to have left these demons in my care."
He looked at the girls one more time, and left the room.
~*~*~*~
Delilah awoke early the next morning, due to the hustle and bustle of her
brothers and uncle getting ready for work. Glancing to her side, she noticed
that Tilda was still completely zonked out. She then looked around the room,
and saw Morris sitting on the orange couch (the only piece of furniture in the small
tenement apartment(????)) tying the laces on his boots.
"You know," he scowled, "you're lucky Oscar and I didn't soak you after that
stunt you pulled last night." He pulled the shoe lace tight. "That wasn't
funny."
Delilah perched herself up on her elbow and studied his movements, not saying
anything. She didn't have to. She knew he wasn't really mad. Upset, maybe,
but not mad. Morris had always had a soft spot for Delilah. He rarely let it
show, because he was 'too tough.' But she knew him better than most people did.
He was a lot smarter than Oscar, and older too. A lot of people thought that he
was unintelligent because he let Oscar make the orders. Really, it was because
he was afraid. New York is a tough city. Soak or be soaked. As long as you're
soaking and surviving, you're all right. Word gets out that you're a fighter;
people will stay out of your way. If you don't fight...well, word gets out
about that too, and you have to be afraid. Anything can happen to a guy that
can't or won't fight. Morris lets Oscar say who and when to fight, so that he
can save himself from his conscience.
"So, I guess you weren't going to invite us to the factory today," Delilah
said, breaking the silence.
"Huh," Oscar grunted, walking into the room as he pulled his vest on. "We
don't work at the factory anymore," he said sharply. "Uncle Weasel lost his job
as foreman after 'the incident.' I don't think you'll be going anywhere near
our new job. It's highly flammable."
Weasel entered the room. Apparently, he wasn't going to bathe or shave this
morning. He stunk, and had stubble all over his chin. "I've learned my lesson.
I'm not even going to tell you girls where it is we work," he said, jabbing his
finger in Delilah's general direction to help make his point.
The three...I guess you could call them men...walked out the door. Weasel
looked back into the apartment once more. "Don't even think of leaving this
building. I've got spies all over this city. If you so much as lift a finger,
I'll know about it," he threatened, before closing the door behind him.
~*~*~*~
Tilda sighed. "I'm guessing they're not taking us to work with them. I
swear, you accidentally start one little fire, and you're never forgiven."
Delilah laughed. "We burned down the whole factory! That's hardly a little
fire!"
Shrugging, Tilda replied, "It gave the fire department something to do. And it
wasn't the whole factory, just the section Uncle Wiesel was in charge of!"
"So, what should we do instead," Delilah asked. "Weasel still claims to have
spies all over, but we learned a long time ago that that's a bluff."
"Well, how about we go check out all of our old haunts," Tilda suggested,
standing up. "I've been aching for a good game of poker. None of those 'reform
school' girls knew what they were doing." She thought back on teaching the
girls how to play, late at night when they were supposed to be sleeping. It was
an easy way to get some cash, but sometimes you just need a good challenge.
"Sounds like a plan," Delilah replied. "Eat your breakfast and get dressed."
~*~*~*~
"It's the same New York it's always been" Delilah commented, for no reason.
Tilda rolled her eyes. "Yeah, of course it is! We were just in the boarding school for over a year!"
"I know that!" Delilah slapped her sister in the back of the head.
"Hey, you better watch it or I'll soak ya" Tilda gave her most 'intimidating' look. The result was Delilah bursting into laughter. "That's it! Your gonna get it now!"
The two sisters ran down the sidewalk, dodging carts and people. Delilah swerved into an alleyway and keep on running with Tilda hot on her heels. The fun only lasted for a couple more minutes. The girls turned another corner, and rammed right into something…actually it was someone. Tilda looked up first.
"Well, well, well. Wha' do we have heah?" a tall boy with a stupid smirk asked, nonchalantly.
"It looks like two lost goil" another boy retorted. He smirked at the girls as well to reveal a few teeth missing.
Delilah made a face. "Ew…what happen? Did a donkey kick you?"
"Huh?" the boys quirked at the same time. Finally, after a few minutes of scratching foreheads and looking dazed at the ground, the boy with the missing teeth said, "You better take dat back, goil! 'Er yer gonna regret sayin' it!"
Tilda, all this time, was having fun just watching this 'fascinating' scene unfold. "Oh man, you two are as stupid as our brothers!"
The first boy stepped right up to her, making him seem more threatening. "I bet we're stronger then your brothers though." Tilda sorta coward now. This boy in front of her was tall, and I mean, tall.
"Oh drat" Delilah murmured. Suddenly a hand caught her by surprise.
The boy with the missing teeth pulled her close to him. "I toldja ya gonna regret sayin' dat."
"Back off, jerk!" Delilah kicked him in a very private area. "Tilda, get out of here!"
Meanwhile, her sister was being pushed into a wall by the tall boy. Tilda was smaller than Delilah. Even though they both had power behind them, they could be vulnerable sometimes. Delilah took a running leap on the tall boy's back.
"Leave her alone!" She tried getting to his face to claw him, but he threw her down against the wall as well.
The two boys stood over them, laughing, with magically-appearing pipes in their hands. "Now to teach ya a lesson you'll never forget."
The sisters cringed, ready for pain…but nothing came. Tilda opened her eyes slightly to see the two 'bad' boys being beaten up by some other guys. There were newspapers scattered on the ground. The two boys took off running for their lives.
"HA! that was fun" someone remarked, brushing the dust off this pants.
"Hey, look at that" another person said, pointing to the girls. "You okay?" he asked. "Let me help ya up."
A boy with brown hair and wearing a red bandanna approached them, reaching out his hand. Delilah took his offering as another boy walked over to help Tilda up. Two other boys appeared out of no where.
"What's going on, Jack?" a guy in pink long johns asked, running up to the scene.
"Just a little fight and rescue" Jack replied, throwing a smirk at Delilah.
Delilah felt her stomach twist. It was something to be a helpless dame, but to have tried to fight off two strong guys with no help was something else. "Excuse you?!" she exclaimed, jerking away from Jack's hold.
Jack stared at her confused at to what she meant. "Huh?" It seems that Jack was almost as stupid as the boys who he just beat up.
"Delilah, these guys are apes like our brothers. Let's get out of here and find some action" Tilda muttered to her sister, taking her arm.
They started to walk off when the boy - with blonde hair and glasses - who helped Tilda up said, "Wait a minute!"
The girls spun around slowly. "What?" they asked in unison.
"Can't we get a thank you?"
A moment passed before Delilah and Tilda burst into laughter. The blonde looked hurt and jammed his hands in his pockets.
Tilda noticed this, and took pity. "Aww…look what we did, Delilah, we made him cry."
The boy with the big teeth got annoyed. "Would you two stop being so mean."
"We were just trying to help you goils from gettin' your rears kicked" Jack said, matter-a-factly.
Delilah realized that they did help them out, and knew that her and her sister would of gotten a good beating if it wasn't for their rescuers. "All right. If you want a thank you, here it is - thank you for saving our lousy rears. We're mean girls who have too much pride, so, don't mind us. Happy now? Come on, Tilda, let's go find the poker hall. It has to be in the same place last time we went."
They began to walk off again when the boy in pink spoke up, "You lookin' for the old poker hall on 5th?"
Once again, the sisters spun around. "Yeah."
"Well, it got closed down by the bulls. We know where the new location is. Want us to show you?"
Delilah shrugged. "I guess so."
"Got names?" Jack asked, shifting closer to them.
Tilda whirled her eyes. "Naw! We answer to nothing. Of course, we do. I'm Tilda."
"And I'm Delilah. We're sisters."
"I'm Jack. And these are my newsies: Skittery, Dutchy, and Snitch." He pointed them all out. "Now that we know each other, follow me." It was like Jack to take the lead for anything. They all headed off to the poker hall.