Darla groaned as she felt someone walking down her alleyway. Someone had woken her up. Yet again for the 4th time that night. Rubbing her eyes, she slowly sat up as the newspapers fell down. Yes, she did often sleep under newspapers on a clearer night. Her parents didn't want her in the house after all. Suddenly, she realized she had spotted Sparrow and the corner of her mouth turned up just a bit. "Hey, Sparrow!" she said in a cheerful voice slowly standing up so the newspapers would fall off her and to the ground.<br/><br/>She had been up late doing much a similar thing like Sparrow had. She had a rucksack with her containing some crackers, juice, rope and a blanket she snagged from her parent's closet. Rubbing her eyes, she grabbed the bag and walked over to her fellow gang member. "What's cracking?" she gave an unsteady smile while looking in Sparrow's general direction. Sparrow was a great friend of hers since she joined the gang. It was nice to know that they each had their own type on the gang. Of course, there were only two girls. But, that was all they really needed.