RP Post Example

The silence of the world pervades over everything in this section of the world. The dreary, overcast sky ensures that everything is shrouded in a layer of shadow that only allows brief glimpses of sunlight to peek through for a moment before being snuffed out and others finding their way through the cloud layer in other places. The sky looked much more inviting than the ground beneath, however. Cold, hard concrete scattered with debris littered the ground. Glass, nails, rebar, ceramic - it looked like a bomb went off here, and the lack of people around might reenforce that fact.

Well - save for the curious human figure that more limped than walked towards the man that lay on the ground before her. The clothes seemed off from what he might remember. As opposed to a normal t-shirt and jeans, it is instead dressed in a long trench coat that disguises the gender of the figure quite well. And while one might rely on facial features to identify that information, the face was covered completely by a gas mask, the glare on the face plate not even allowing for one to tell what color the eyes behind the plastic might be. But what was noticeable was the multicolored hair that poked out from behind the straps of the mask. It was a short style that still managed to find a way to be messy. The main color of the hair was green, though black highlights were spotted throughout the length, and one of its bangs that framed its face was the largest highlight of them all, as it seemed that that single lock of hair hadn't been cut like the rest of its hair, hanging much further down than the rest, almost to its chin. Moving down further would showcase a pair of old, scuffed up military fatigue pants poking out from beneath the hem of the trenchcoat. They lack camoflauge, but are the usual olive drab that one might come to expect from a military force... that and only one pant leg was left unrolled to the point where a leg might actually be able to fit inside of it, and upon closer inspection of the single mudstained and cracked leather boot that stood on the ground, those suspicions would be confirmed for the figure only has one leg... but at least she had a crutch to keep herself held upright.

Breaking the silence that washed over everything, a girl's voice came from the figure. It sounded young, a teenager perhaps. "Oi, ya' alive?" She spoke in the Kansai dialect of Japanese. She seemed to be able to balance on her one leg just fine as she pulled her crutch up and poked it into the side of the prone form before her. "Or should I just chalk ya' up as another tourist casualty? C'mon, get up. I ain't got all day. There's artifacts to be findin'. But you livin' is more important than just some cash..."

The two were located in a street that had definitely seen better days. Previously tall structures have partially collapsed to only a portion of the size that they had been previously, and filled the streets beneath them with debris, glass, and the contents of whatever had been left inside them, ranging from television sets to portions of desks, and even paperwork that flew around the world. But as long as one didn't care too much about the view above, the view below was like something out of a movie. As if people had just abandoned the city in its hey-day. But why would they? A theatre had posters for the films that were being released dotted around its perimter, and a smashed shop window just beside it was still fully stocked with toys. Christmas had been just around the corner as well, as lights were draped over the shopfronts, decorations littered the lightpoles that still stood, and a meeting with Santa was even promised at one of the locations on a specific date. But on one of the displays that managed to still have power, either through a generator, solar power or something else, a scroll of text let anyone know where they were... and in fact when they were. "Tokyo Finacial Consulting welcomes you! 15:32 - 2042 - 32c" before it repeated itself, the minute incrementing by one with each repitition.