Strike

Carrying the Banner

Mid-July 1899

"Hey Feisty, up an' at 'em!" Race yelled as he banged at the door that caused the other boys to grumble in annoyance. Since Jack had spent the night on the rooftop (again) it was up to Race to get everyone moving in the morning. The fifteen year old girl grumbled. She didn't want to get up (as per usual) She was up late last night selling as many papers as she could.

While she'd usually sell out by mid-afternoon. But hasn't been lately with the trolley strike headline. Heck, that's all the headline was about. Yes, it made amazing news for the first few days. And apparently the people at The World thought it was such an amazing headline, they decided to make it that for the past two weeks! "Shut up an' let me sleep," the feisty news girl yelled back in annoyance.

"Get off yer lazy bum an' get a movin'!" Race yelled back before going to wake up the other boy. Feister only grumbled more as she rolled out of bed and started to get dressed. She buttoned her shirt, pulled her suspenders up. She grabbed her vest, and then laced up her boots, before quickly putting her hair into two braids and tucked them under her cap before heading out of her room.

Oddly enough when she walked out of her room she was one of the few newsies already out of bed. Which meant that she was going to get a good show. "Hey Albert! Elmer! Specs! You heard Jack. Get a move on," Race yelled while waking up said boys.

After a few moments Albert sat up and rubbed his eyes before getting out of the bed. "I was havin' the most beautiful dream," he said dreamily while putting on his vest, and cap "My lips is still tingling."

"Ohh, a pretty girl," Race teased while nudging Albert's upper arm.

"A leg, of lamb," the redhead replied. Feister only laughed and shook her head. Now with Albert that could go either way.

Race shook his head and rolled his eyes before buttoning up his shirt. His ever so precious cigar dangled from his lips. Until Albert snatched it and well..."Hey, that's my cigar," Race yelled, with a angry look on his face.

"You'll steal anudda," Albert replied with the roll of the eyes. By this point the other boys had woken up from their graves, and started getting ready for the morning.

"Hey look, it's bath time at the zoo," Specs said while gesturing to Henry, who had shaving cream all over his face.

"I'd thought that I'd surprise my mudda," Henry replied shrugging it off.

"If you can find her," Albert said in a matter of fact tone.

"WHo asked you!" all the newsies yelled while glaring at Albert. After a few moments Some of the other boys started to pull themselves out of bed, and headed over to the wash area that was on the other side of the bunk room, which just so happened to past Feister's room.

"So, how'd ya sleep, Feisty?" Mush asked playfully as he walked by, making said girl roll her eyes. He swore one day her eyes would roll right out of her head if she didn't stop.

"On my back, Mush," Feister replied in the most deadpanned voice ever.

"Hear that fellas?" Mush asked as the other boys walked by. "I asked Feisty, how she slept and she said "on my back, Mush"." he punched her arm which only annoyed her more.

"Put a lid on it." She snapped as she punched him back.

"Relax Feisty, I's just playin'," Mush said with a smirk.