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=coughcough= Yes, I could not resist the Jamie Bell awesomness in King Kong and thought of an OC for him about five minutes after you first meet him in the moiveXD

EDIT: I'm just editing Tony's age! He's nine (9) now, not twelve (12)!

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The night was dark and hazy. A perfect night to sneak around; going by people completely unnoticed. I glanced up at the sky, just barely seeing the moonshine in the sky. I barely could make out the stars in the smog of the boats and buildings. I narrowed my eyes, covering my mouth to stifle a cough. I could see crewman packing a very odd boat, dark and mysterious. Dangerous even! The back of my neck hair rose straight up. I gripped the crate in front of me tightly, making my knuckles appear white from the strain.

I glanced, seeing a well-dressed woman and a plump man walking down. She stopped, glazing up at the beautiful white ship beside the one in front of me. Their mouths moved but I could not hear a word they were saying. I watched them as they paused at a tall man, whom seemed dressed to be the captain. I peered closer, trying to hear what their mouths were saying. Another man stood a little ways behind them, shifting nervously on his feet.

I gave a silent yelp as I yanked myself back into my hiding spot, seeing a large man pick up a crate too close to me. I tugged my hat closer to my hair, peering over the crates and watching with observant. Oh, it would be terrible if someone found me now! I fiddled with my brother's shirt, glancing over at my shoulder. I tugged at the sleeves, chewing my bottom lip nervously. I was dressed as a boy, the only way I was able to get onto ships like this one. From experience, they never took in females from families like mine.

My family was doing fine, while others starved and went without shelter. Father was a rich man and cared always about his business, which included ships driving away with his projects. He cared about his children, Louie and myself, but business always came first. He was a tall man, with sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes.

Mother was caring. She had pretty, wavy light brown hair and lighter, hazel eyes than Father. She worked right along with Father but at home. She loved everything to be clean; she was quite stern when it came to many of our places to play. But she had a gentle spirit and never raised her voice at anyone. Only if she was about to cry or if she truly was mad, which I have only seen once.

Then there was Louie, my older brother. He looked like a lanky, thinner version of Father but he beamed every time someone commented on his similar looks. He loves Father; he wishes to own the business when Father is ready to pass it down. He often is pestered by girls of all ages, silently begging for him to take one of them to the dances. But, he was trustworthy no matter about his ego. He always covered my back when I snuck out.

Then there was me, Lucy. I always kept my brown hair short though Mother loved playing with it when I let it grow out in winter. It was a lot harder to sneak out at night in winter. The cold nights always seem to leave your footsteps behind. I had hazel eyes and quiet voice like Mother, but unlike her, I raised mine many times if I got angry. Which is why I've taught myself to keep my opinion to myself. I was only similar to my father in my personality. I was intelligent and stubborn, two things in which Father are known for.

Many times during the summer and in the fall, before school stars, I met with the other children of my neighborhood. They are not rich or even middle class kids. They are homeless and many times runaways or orphans. But they are very trustworthy people and always known to know the little secrets of New York City, where I live. They are my friends and many times, I've gotten into arguments with Father about them. Which is why I started to sneak out at night.

Louie didn't like it at first, but using my skinniness and size to sneak around, unseen and unnoticed; he relaxed and started to come up with cover stories. Multiple times, he has saved me and I've taken over his chores. Our deal; each time I'm unable to remember the story he told me the previous night, he'll save me and I'll have to do his chores. Luckily, as the older child, he doesn't have many.

Another man grunted as he picked up a crate and stalked off, grumbling under his breath. I peered around my crate, watching him disappear. I took a steady breath. This is the night I've been planning and dreaming of. For years! I remembered the night I decided that I would, one day that I would run away. I believe I was nine at the time and Louie, fourteen.

For once, Louie was completely against me running away. He didn't want to deal with the 'fireworks afterward' as he put it. He knew Mother would be completely heartbroken and Father would dive deeper into his business, if possible. He didn't want to deal with that, so I offered him to come with me.

"A ship, Lou! A gorgeous ship full of the most famous crew and captain possible!" I whispered hastily. Louie snorted, shaking his head at me as he worked on his arithmetic. The numbers were useless to me but I peered at them anyway, trying to make connections I was similar with.

"Lucy, I wouldn't want to be on a ship within a hundred miles! Having no solid ground underneath my feet… narrow aisles and hallways… I could never cope!" He exclaimed, giving another shake of his head. I rolled my eyes, flopping down on his bed next to him.

"You're just scared of the water," I muttered. Louie sighed unhappily, turning from his work and to me. I glazed up at him and saw that his eyes were sad.

"Little Lucy," I made a face at the mention of my very old nickname.

"I don't understand you sometimes. The great unknown," he shook his head again, "is very dangerous. But still, I guess I can't blame you. The water calls to you, like a bird to the sky." I don't understand where he always came up with those things; maybe that's why he's got all these little love notes from girls stuck in a secret drawer of his desk. Even at such a young age, he attracted many women. Mother was always pleased when Louie introduced his female friends; many times, they were very polite to me but gave all their attention to my older brother.

Also, I had to control myself from getting jealous of the pretty girls cooing over him. I wished I would never become like them, stroking my date like a pet cat.

"Mother always said she saw the same strange urge for freedom gleam in your eyes, like the one Father had when he met her." He said, not glancing up from his work. His steady handwriting reminded me how much mature he was of me; I still took little, scrawls of notes and I seemed, besides Louie, to be the only one able to read it!

I blinked curiously at him, giving him my full attention.

"Really? Mother said that?" He nodded, hunching over his homework again.

"So… I could be part of a ship someday, like him?"

"Maybe. That's if the men are willing to work for a female captain, if that's what you're after," Louie smirked and I gave him a hearty slap across his shoulder.

"I would be a darn good, captain too!" I defended myself, frowning angrily. At him

"Yes, that you would." He snickered, a sly smile on his face.

"Why doesn't Father go out to sea anymore?" The smile disappeared gradually as Louie steadily worked through his homework and tried to answer my question at the same time.

"I don't know." He finally said, leaning up. I nodded, chewing on my bottom lip. Thoughts whirled in my head but one in particular caught my interest.

"Would Father ever want me to be a captain?" I whispered, glazing up at Louie. His hand paused, his dark eyes glancing at me. Then they returned to his paper.

"I… Lucy, please don't get mad, but I don't think he would. Or Mother, for that matter. They would want to find a husband, have a family and raise children."

I made a face, pulling my legs to my chest tightly and placing my chin on my knees. That's exactly what Mom did. But I'm not like her. I could never sit still long enough to raise a large family or at least not now.

"Well… they couldn't stop me…" I paused, glancing at Louie. He was staring at me hard, like he knew what I was going to say. But he asked anyway.

"What?" Louie said calmly and I knew something was bothering him. Every time Louie spoke so calm; too calm for the situation, he was nervous.

"If I run away," I murmured, glancing down at the ground. Suddenly, Louie's laugh echoed in my ears.

"Hey! I was being serious!" I snapped, glaring at him with furious eyes.

"Yes, I," he snickered, trying to control himself, "know! But think, Lucy! How would you ever survive? Every time you have been to the docks, you were with Father or Mother, and myself!" He chuckled again, but gave me a nervous glance.

"I wouldn't run away now!" I defended myself quickly, absolutely fuming at him.

"Oh, really?" He was getting quite amused by my rant.

"I would run away when I planned every thing out! And you could help me!" Anything happy and funny on Louie's face disappeared. Suddenly, he whispered.

"I wouldn't- I couldn't leave, Lucy. I do not feel the urge to explore other worlds; I am perfectly content right here, at home. Where you should be! No, I… maybe, would help you plan. If you're serious of course, but you would have to promise me this…" He paused, taking a deep breath.

I couldn't imagine how hard this was for Louie. He was such a loyal son to our family; he didn't question authority unless needed be or act out. He was almost the perfect son except that he was always a bit nosy and sometimes an arrogant fool. But I knew his true loyalty laid with me, his sister.

"Promise you what?" I whispered, just as quietly, back to him. I knew my face looked too eager to hear another little secret.

"You'd have to promise me to come back." He whispered, giving me a weak and sad smile. I returned a much brighter one to him and wrapped my thin arms around him, giving him a hearty squeeze.

"Thank you, Louie!" I raced off to bed, snickering. I was only nine, of course. The open world appealed to most nine year olds at the time.

I always forgot that he was now preparing for College. It only seemed yesterday, that I was nine and he, fourteen, racing around and playing with each other. He was such a playful friend. Always up and moving, dragging me along. But he matured, Mother said, becoming a young man. I remembered the sorrowful night before, the last night I swore that I would run away.

"Are you sure?" Louie whispered, eying me wearily. I nodded, shifting my small bag of clothing and a little food.

"I'll be fine, Lou!" I mused to the darkness, barely able to make him out in the utter black. A little moonlight shone through my windrow drapes and I thought I saw a flash of a toothy grin. Louie's toothy grin.

"Come back if things… get out of hand," he whispered, gingerly putting his hand on my shoulder. I shook it off, staring up at him and narrowing my eyes.

"That's if I want too!" I snarled angrily, remembering the evening a few nights ago, where once again, Father argued with me. Like last time, it was about my friends.

"Lucy, you promised!" Louie whipped back at me, a slight pained tone to his voice.

I bit my bottom lip, peering into the street below us again. Louie never forgot our little agreement so many nights ago. I frowned but it leaved my face when Louie pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Be safe, okay?" I nodded, swallowing my voice. I couldn't trust it right now; I thought I could feel hot tears coming to my eyes.

Louie gestured to my door, holding his hand in midair for a second before ushering me out. He was able to sneak me out of the house and into the dark night. That's when the first tears came but I held back most of it.

They were gone by the time I had reached my destination. A few friends grinned at me, racing towards me.

"Oh, look, she came!" spoke the oldest boy, about sixteen or seventeen. He was quite lanky and had pale skin that stood against the night brightly. He had shaggy, regular brown hair with a mass of freckles covering his face.

"Told ya so!" A young nine-year-old boy piped up, glaring at the older boy. He had a tan that came from spending so much time in the sunlight. He gave me a shy grin before looking back at the older teenager.

"Naw. I knew she'd come along, Tony!"

"Whatever, Jerry." Tony mumbled angrily, crossing his arms stubbornly across his chest.

"Hey, Jerry, Tony and Phillip!" I mused, beaming at them.

Phillip pushed up his always broken glasses, peering at me suspiciously. Then a smile pulled on his lips and a grin exploded on his face.

"You got away without anyone…"

"Yup! I told you that I would, didn't I?" I said, walking towards them.

We began our way down the street, avoiding main sidewalks and taking alleyways. Jerry knew the cities short cuts, as he referred to them, like they were his brothers. Many cases in which, he loved them like one.

"That was weeks ago, Lucy," Phillip reminded me gently.

He was nearer my age, seventeen. His cropped black hair seemed to be growing out more, since he always merely hacked it off when it became too much of a nuisance to worry about.

"Yes… well, here I am!"

"Where ya going?" Tony piped, looking at me eager and wide eyes. He was always in love with adventure stories and since he had yet to read my level, I told him simpler versions of stories I had read. Many times, Jerry listened too for the fun of it. He never read much and cared little for it, he told me.

"The docks," I said and Tony gave a small gasp. Jerry smirked, glancing in my general direction. Phillip's green eyes were shined over by the reflection of the moonlight.

"Then you'll need help getting there, won't ya, sweetie?" Jerry said, pausing about a yard in front of us.

I narrowed my eyes evilly at Jerry, whom merely snickered to himself. He loved calling me that, for he knew it always bothered me. He had an interest me from the start I met him and Louie always told me to watch what situations I put myself with him in. Jerry was very sly and quick-witted, used to saving his own skin, as Louie said.

I pulled my brows together in confusion. I knew my way. Jerry chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

"You won't know ya way through the alleys at this time of night!" He laughed again but abruptly stopped, glancing up at an open window.

He slipped into another alley, hissing words I couldn't hear and understand, though we assumed we must follow him. We tore around the corner and Tony bumped into a rooted Jerry. The young man pressed his fingers to his lips and Tony stared at him, paling from fright and widening his eyes.

I smacked Jerry's head with my head. The young man winced away from me, cursing under his breath and rubbing his head.

"Stop trying to scare him! Let's just get to the docks!" Jerry shrugged but then took off at a steady pace.

As we slowly traveled, a few children joined us here and there. Phillip waved goodbye about four blocks away from my home, saying that he had to head back to his house. Children between eleven and seventeen soon followed us around, like a walking bus or taxi. Then dropped off from the band, hiding home or merely reaching their destination.

Jerry was like a guide to many of the children. He had an air of confidence, maybe even arrogance and he wasn't afraid to show off some of his 'very secret' short cuts if you nurse his ego enough. Young children, especially young boys, are always eager when Jerry is showing off new short cuts he found.

He glanced at me over his shoulder, smiling a lop-sided smile.

"Almost there sweetie!"

I rolled my eyes, making sure my short legs kept right behind his long strides. Little Tony was lagging behind us, giggling and whispering his own friends. Soon, it was just the three of us again and we arrived at the docks.

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