Rebecca jumped as someone nudged her foot. Sitting up she prepared to snap at Bridget only to be met with the calculating eyes of the girl labeled Pitch. She blinked in surprise before frowning suspiciously.

"What's the big idea?" she asked, hopping down from the top bunk. Bridget stood up beside her, hands on hips.

Pitch stood at Rebecca's height with a pale dirty face and long brown hair. She tilted her head sideways at the new comers and crossed her arms over her chest.

"So yous two are da newbies?" she asked, voice scratchy and low. Rebecca nodded, shifting her weight slightly. Being the new kids on the block was never fun.

"I'm Rebecca, but you can call me Reb," she grumbled before shoving her thumb towards Bridget beside her. "This loud mouth here is Bridget."

"You can call me Bridge," she conceded with a shrug. "Or McAshton."
"So yous are da one dat mouthed off to Spot eh?" Pitch growled, standing taller. Now that she wasn't slouching she was a good five inches taller than the two girls and they quickly went on the defensive.

"What's it to you?" Bridget spat, narrowing her eyes. Pitch stepped forward until she was chest to chest with Bridget.

"Yous got a lot o nerve comin in hea and-"

"Watch yourself," Rebecca pushed herself between the two girls and glared up at Pitch. She'd had just about enough of these peoples bad attitudes.

"I wasn't talking to yous," Pitch growled, focusing on Rebecca now.

"Well I'm talking to you," Rebecca took one step forward, making Pitch take one step back. "And I'm tellin you to back off."

"Pitch! Leave them alone!" one of the other girls yelled. Being as it was the one on the top bunk, Bridget and Rebecca labeled her Sling.

Pitch glared over her shoulder at the dirty blond that was now jumping down from her bunk. Turning back to the two new comers -Rebecca with her chest puffed out and fists clenched, and Bridget doing much the same at her side- she threw them a warning glare before stalking back to her bunk.

Rebecca let out an annoyed breath before turning to Bridget who still looked pissed. With an angry grunt she smacked her arm again and Bridget frowned at her.

"I hope this isn't becoming a habit of yours!" she snapped, glancing down at her offended arm.

"See what your big mouth does?!" Rebecca hissed. "Now we've got another jackass on our cases!"

"Hope Pitch wasn't bein too big a bitch," someone chuckled. Bridget and Rebecca spun around to be faced with another very tall girl. She too had a dirty face and wore the standard ratty clothes of a street kid. She flipped her dirty hair away from her face and stuck her hand out to Rebecca, a healthy helping of spit already on it.

"Name's Sling," she said, giving a firm handshake to both girls. "I's guess you could say I watch out for da goils a Brooklyn."

"Cant imagine Spot doing it," Bridget grumbled, earning a sharp elbow to the side from Rebecca. Sling threw her head back and laughed out right.

"Oh I's like yous two," she chuckled, wiping a tear of laughter from her face. "Yous got spunk."

"Charisma too," Rebecca added sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Sling laughed again, shaking her head. Glancing back towards the bunks she waved the other two girls over.

"Well, I's hope yous got talent," she said seriously, turning back to them. "Cause we aint gonna help ya sell papes."

"No help needed," Bridget said confidently, moving into a standard super hero stance. Hands on hips and all. Rebecca rolled her eyes as Sling chuckled again, slapping them both on the shoulders.

"Ok wells lets see what yas got!"

Selling Papes

"How many more papes do you have left?" Bridget asked, jogging up to Rebecca's side.

"One," she shrugged, holding it up. Bridget frowned down at the pile of five papers she had left.

"This isn't faaair," she wined, resting her head on Reb's shoulder in despair. Rebecca laughed and brushed her off.

"Well maybe people don't wanna buy from you after that screaming match you had with that woman." She suggested, raising a knowing brow at her best friend.

"She was being unreasonable!" Bridget all but shrieked, earning disapproving glares from passersby. She glared right back.

"Bridge, you charged her ten cents for one pape!" Rebecca chided, leaning against a lamp post to wait for another costumer.

"So?"

"Sooo we can buy a hundred papes with ten cents!"

Bridget rolled her eyes, not seeing the point. With an angry huff she watched as Rebecca charmingly sold her last pape for a penny to some hoity toity gentleman. She growled in frustration.

"Whatever," she hissed, waving her papes around her head. "These people are lucky they don't have to pay the prices back in our time. $1.25 for a paper my ass!"

"Shh!" Rebecca hissed angrily. "Do you want someone to hear you?!"

"Sorry," she grumbled back, letting Rebecca take three of her papers to sell. There was a moment of bored silence before her stomach grumbled. "Can we go to Tibby's for lunch?"

"That's in Manhattan," Rebecca reminded, offering a paper to a passing woman.

"I know, I know," Bridget sighed, waving a pape at the same woman.

"We'll have to clear it with Spot then." Rebecca smirked as the woman chose her pape instead.

"Oh joy," Bridget sniffed sarcastically.

"Oh please, you know you looove him," Rebecca dissolved into uncharacteristic giggles as Bridget glared at her. Finally unable to fight it she started laughing too and swatted at Rebecca with her papes.

"Oh shut up," she laughed, returning to selling her last two papes.