Yesenia
Alex would sit with his legs pointed out towards the flowing water, each movement making a crater shaped dent in the sand. He would be healing his knee's very slowly, though somewhat effectively. Having his knee's snapped backwards wasn't the best thing for him. His hood would be sitting in the sand beside him, as his long thick hair would blow as the wind dodge and weaved in between his hair as if it were concrete pillars.

"This place isn't too bad."

He said this as his voice was now to be heard, a soft but reformed voice, it was clear just from this that he had been through some things that others may not.

He would shift his legs to a point where he could sit regularly while still repairing his knee's slowly. Wearing a black shirt, brown pants, and a leather jacket tied around his waist, he would sit out towards the ocean.
Christopher
*Walking down the beach while the waves of water slam into my legs, and the wind blows at my dress, before noticing a man sitting down staring at the waves of the sea, before saying* 
Hello, who might you be I dont normally see you around here?
Yesenia
He would turn around to the woman in the dress, as the wind seemed to nibble at the dress bottoms. His face would look up at her silky white hair and childish look, thinking to himself whether or not he should even be here. He decided then as he looked at the wet sand in front of him that he would wait it out until he had a reason to leave.

"My names Alex, I'm nowhere near from around here."

His voice would sound loudly spoken but his voice would be subtle and soft, his eyes would be a deep ocean blue and his teeth nice but not perfect. He had a nice posture and feel to him, though his look would be horrifying, his knee's were bloody and his fingers would be scarred, his right shoulder would be completely destroyed after having his deltoid muscle ripped out.

He would sit in a similar pose to what he was already, with his left hand rested behind him against the sand as he looked over to the woman, possible child. His torso and body somewhat faced towards her. She would stand out in the brown and sandy colors around her, as her dress and her hair would be like a shining light towards himself.
Christopher
*Looks at Alex's knee's and right shoulder, before asking*

Are you alright you seem to be wounded pretty badly,

*She would have a look of worry across her face as she spoke to Alex*
Yesenia
His shoulder would be hanging by a thread almost, as his muscles clung on to each other to stay connected. It would be an open wound, as if someone put an axe through his shoulder. His knee's would be open as well, but would be somewhat repaired on the inside, as the bones stood sturdy and his muscles were being repaired. He wouldn't post much of a threat in this state, but his voice and looks were unlikely to pose a threat anyway.

"Yeah... I sorta got into a bad encounter."

He would say this as he looked at his knees for a second until his eyes averted back to the woman in white, as her colors made me confused by the vast amount of differences. The blue and white worked together with her look, but contrasted hard against the sand, and the rocks. He would sum it up as fate taking its course as he usually does, and ignore the strange encounter that would soon come around.

He would flop down on his back lightly as he put his hood underneath his shoulder to block sand from getting into his wound, he would lay on his back as he put his hands behind his head and put his left knee into an arch as his right leg laid flat now. His face looking up at the blue sky that already reminded him of the strange woman to his left.