Calming down people you don't know

I walk on the beach at night as usual.Did mom ever get home?Did she freak out knowing her sons were gone?Maybe but Percy Weir was crying and was telling himself to stop."Stop crying.Stop crying."he mutters to himself.He wonders if anyone else is on the beach but doesn't look over.A couple might be on the beach playing frisbee or something like he and his mom played.His mom was really good at playing frisbee.Like super good.She was the one that taught him all his moves in sword playing also.Look where it got him.He was at camp half-blood the past 7 years!He barely had anyone to talk to though.Well,besides his brother whom was a pain in the butt.Anyone that messed with his brother though would have to go through him.He was a leader though not a fighter.He was never good at football like Jeik was.Also, people thought of him as the Percy Jackson copy.Sure his name was Percy but his last name was NOT jackson.He didn't even know how he looked like the guy.All Percy saw was Percy Weir son of Apollo.So he started to just stare at the waves.Damn it looked beautiful tonight.He started to drift off but woke up to the sound of ocean waves hitting the shore."Hmf."He said.He just stared and waited for someone anyone to come by.He also thought about Jeik.His brother.You know the pain in the butt?They looked nothing alike.And he still got treated like a little brother.He took care of Jeik!He kept Jeik alive for 7 years!Though, jeik was pretty mature.But not as mature as Percy.Percy might even be more mature than his jerk of a father Dad.Why did all gods have to never make contact?Or was it just him?Percy honestly didn't know.Why did life have to bee so damn stupid?Why?He picked up a rock and threw it into the water watching it bounce 5 times.It must have been a square rock he guessed.Did Poseidon do that though?maybe.Anyways, he waited and waited and waited.


OOC:I MADE 300 WORDS!MORE THAN THAT!

OOC: Sorry. According to microsoft word and writtenkitten.net you wrote 218 words.

OOC:I made it now?

ooc: how old is percy?


Alonso was happy. Incredibly so. It was one of those days where he could wear a tank top, of all things. Na albino with a tank top was almost ridiculous to think about, but he could because the night was his help and the moonlight wouldn't burn him. So he just went on a run on the beach, not really a run: just a skip around happily, feeling the Wind on his pale skin that shone with the moonlight and the sand between his toes. He loved it. He wanted more and more.
However, he heard someone crying. He raised na eyebrow and walked slowly towards someone on the beach, approaching very very silently the person. Alonso looked like a ghost: pale skin, slim frame with even a few girlish curves, silver hair and large grey eyes, not to mention White tank top and yelllow shorts. He'd sure scare someone but he wasn't thinking about that. He cleared his throat slightly and tried to be polite, his British accent popping out.
"H-hello...." He said. His voice was like a girl's: weak and thin and squeaked. "Are you alright?"

OOC17 sorry for da bad post
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He looked over at a guy about 16 and put his hands in front of his mouth.He was so....pale.He then wiped his eyes And said back "Yeah, i'm fine.Just thinking."I looked back the the ocean.I heard a dog and turned around to see Max."Hey Max!"I say and pet him.

ooc: Dearie, more than 3-4 lines please.


Alonso tilted his head curiously. He was the first to notice that:
1) He was a boy.
2) He was not a ghost.
That caused a good impression on Alonso, so he decided to help whoever that guy was. He blinked and sat by his side slowly, hugging his knees. He set is grey eyes to the ocean, silver Waters with the moonlight. "What is it that bothers you?" He said calmly.

OOC:Do dis tomorrow and checking if it works and if so i will use it now


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ooC: leaving the rp, took too long.