(Note that I am using a dragon as a character. It is still PJ and all, but it may sound different,)
Whisper=Dragon
Whisper was walking down the woods. She was so bored, it felt as though her head would explode. Whisper wanted to fight, but she didn't want to at the same time. She didn't want to go back to Tartarus. No way. The last time she had been there, it was like hell. Well, it was hell. But she was bored! What else could she do? Go to sleep? 'No,' Whisper thought. She had slept all day. Now it was fighting time. Well, excercise time, anyway. Whisper was wandering around for hours, looking for a worthy foe. After she had given up, she finally heard the usual crack. A half blood was near. And they came there in the forest all the time, because she
was in the forest of Camp Half Blood.