Left Behind: A Tribulation Story

[NatetheMate]

(( LOL, blew his nose on his shirt? Gee thanks alot ))

Cody went to the restroom and blwe his nose in a kleenex, then attempted to clean his shirt. He heard the door open and looked in the mirror to see the pastor behind him. He turned around and sat on the counter, ready to talk.

"So... you ok?" Asked the pastor. "You think I'm a nutcase dont you? Always crying, even passing out." The pastor hesitated, "No, no I dont. Its obvious that you have been deeply hurt, mabey more than once, in your life." Cody stared in shock, the man was starting to scare him. "You wanna tell me about it?" Cody sat there for a second, then nodded.

"When I was seven, my uncle came over to the house. He was going to baby sit me while my parents went on a "Make-up" date. I dont know why they went, all they ever did was make things worse. But anyway, no one knew my uncle was... he was... well, he was uh, ed. After my parents left... he started talking to me, it scared me the way he touched me... the way he held me, he..." Cody started to cry again. The pastor came over and laid a hand on Codys shoulder, and Cody flinched. The pastor backed off, "I'm sorry" He said. "No... Its ok, its my fault..." "Wha...?" "Just let me finish first K?" The pastor nodded.

" Well, you can probably guess what happened from there, he helped me with my bath, all teh while touching me, then he took me to my room and... and..." Cody stopped and bowed his head, not able to cry anymore, but not able to continue. " It's ok son, I understand, you dont have to go into the details of that" Cody looked up gratefully, "No ones called me son before.." The pastor looked shocked. Cody quickly looked down, embarresed, here he was spilling a story he hed never told anyone in his life, why?

"Do you want to finish?" the pastor asked. "Yeah, after that night, I felt horrible about myself, I didnt understand what had happened, I thought I had done somthing wrong! I never told my parents, or anyone for that matter. I thought somthing was wrong with me after that. When I got older, and really understood what exactly had happened that night... I got angry, angry at him, and myself. I felt horrible, I tried to comfort myself with my GF. I'd stay the night there to try to errase what heppened with my uncle, but its still there."

Cody looked at the pastor, straight in the eye. "Lots of people think I'm emotional, but most havent gone through what I have, they arn't guilty of the same stuff I am. They dont live with the abusive parents that dont even care about there son!" They arnt ..." with that Cody got up and ran out of the bathroom, he ran into the sanctuary and laid in a pew sobbing his heart out, crying out to a God he wasnt even sure existed

 

[HeavenSoldier]

"So that's all there is to it? We just have to ask for this forgivness, and that's all?" Mike asked. It all seemed too easy.
"I've been running from God my whole life. Can it really be that simple?"

 

[lightonahill514]

((Haha no! He blew his nose on her shirt, not his. Lol that was my attempt at some humor. Sorry but I thought it would be pretty funny. ))

After sitting in the large, white room for quite a while, Livvy stood up and stretched. Starving out of her mind, she walked out of the room and began searching for something, anything she could eat. But, instead of finding a kitchen, she found herself walking into the room that she first walked into. Where she found the crying boy and the older man.

She walked up towards the front to see a small pulpit. A cross hung over on the back wall, light shining proudly on it. Still confused about this whole Jesus guy and why he died, she turned around to sit for a few more minutes - maybe catch up on some sleep.

However, as she was turning, she heard the faint sounds of someone crying. Looking over to the left, she saw the same boy crying.. again! Not able to fight the curosity, she crossed a row of pews and strolled down to the boy.

Not wanting to disturb his sob-fest, she sat down timidly next to him. She cocked her head to the side and stared oddly at the boy. Whatever was troubling him, he was really letting it out on his tear ducts.

Shrugging to herself, Livvy once again pulled her legs to her chest. She laid her head on her legs and watched the boy peculiarly, not knowing what else to do.

 

[NatetheMate]

(( oops my bad ))

Cody felt someone sit down beside him and quickly sat up. It was the girl from the room. "sorry about your shirt" He said. "Its ok, I've seen worse" Cody gave her a look that said that didnt make him feel better, then turned away. he didnt know what to say, he didnt even know her name. He looked at her again, she kinda reminded him of Sarah. There was a determined look in her eye, like she knew what she wanted, and wouldnt stop till she had it. But as he looked closer, he saw somthing else etched into her hard face... Fear, confusion... She was doing her bst to hide it, but Cody knew those feelings all to well not to be able to pick them out.

"I... I'm Cody" He said...

 

[lightonahill514]

Livvy looked up startled next to him. Surely, she had thought, that she had scared him off. After that disgusted look the boy gave her after brushing off the nose-blowing incident, she felt ashamed. But here he was, trying to start a conversation with her!

"My name is Livvy. Nice to meet you." She stuck her hand out in front of her, initiating a handshake. He returned it quickly, squeezing Livvy's hand and retreating. She tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace, she thought. "So, whats your story? How'd you end up in this place?"

He gazed at her, and for a second she was sure he would starrt crying again. A giggle almost escaped her lips, but Livvy held back when she saw Cody straighten his shoulders and clear his throat.

"After the disappearances, my girlfriend killed herself. I was so shocked, especially since it happened so quickly after everyone just disappeared. I got in my car and started driving - well, attempting to drive - and found myself here. What about you?"

She looked down ashamedly before speaking, "I've been homeless for the past three years. Before that, I was in 27 different orphanages and 68 different families. My parents were both druggies and I wasn't wanted, so they put me in an orphanage as soon as they could after my birth. I was trying to get some food when the disappearances happened. I wanted some answers, but I couldn't find anyone who would help a poor, homeless girl. I started running out of the town I was in, looking for anyone who would know something. Then I ended up here. End of story."

 

[ChristIsCalling]

Dee looked at him, nodding. "But, we do have a job here. We have to tell others what I just told you. Let them know that there is a second chance. There is a chance for forgiveness."

 

[RAVENN]

LIRL! nose blower! that is funny. and your all welcome for the compliment. i just calls it as i sees it. God is good.

After listening on the radio to the disappearances of the millions of people vanishing from off the face of the earth, in total disbelief and yet with eyes wide opened Ravenn slowly gets up from off the floor, dressed completely in black from head to toe, nails painted black, mascara smearing from the enclosure and hottness of the room from a broken air conditioner, Ravenn slowly hobbles her way towards the only small window in the dark room. Seeing haze and a fogged up window she slowly presses the palm of her hand on the window, sunlight seeps through, and Ravenn squints barely being able to speak the words "Jesus save me." Ravenn coplasses to the floor, rendered unconscious.

 

[ChristIsCalling]

(( Hey, guys! I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be out of town for the weekend. You guys can continue, and I'll catch up when I return on Monday ))

 

[HeavenSoldier]

(Okay, thanks for the notice)

"A chance for forgivness," Mike mused, "even for me..."
Mike could feel something there. A power far greater than any he could imagine. Diedre had opened his eyes to it, and now he knew what it was: It was God speaking to him. Telling him of His love and grace.
Mike knew what he had to do. Closing his eyes, he began to utter a prayer.
"God," he began, "Thank you. Thank you for your forgivness. I'm so sorry I've turned from you. Please take me back, please give me a second chance."
Mike could feel tears running down his face. He felt a difficulty in breathing. His cousin had talked to him once of being "born again." Was this what he meant?
"Thank you, God."

 

[Mayflower1]

Faith held her breath as she walked up to the building Nicolae Carpathea was in. She didn't want to go in alone, because already shivers were running down her spine. She walked into the door and to her surprise Nicolae was standing right there and went over to shake her hand.

"Hi, you must be Faith. Buck isn't here at the moment, but you can come back if you would like."

Not wanting to be alone with him, Faith responded quickly.

"Well, I really must freshen up first. But I will be in shortly."

Then quickly she started to walk away.

"Um, maam. The restroom is the other way." The man said. And nervously, Faith started walking in the opposite direction.

 

[Dean Anderson]

((OOC: Can I join? If so, I'll post a RP later.))

 

[lightonahill514]

((I'm sure its fine, but you should PM the maker of the thread. They are on/off randomly, I've heard. I'm sure its fine, not much has really happened. But PM them anyways. If not, you can blame it on me ))

 

[ChristIsCalling]

(( I'm BAAAACK! ))

Diedre smiled, looking into Mike's eyes. A tear streamed down her cheek. "Welcome to the family." she replied, "Glad to have you with us."

 

[Dean Anderson]

(( She said I'm in, but the first post says teenagers. It would be easier if my character was an adult.))

Dean Anderson is driving down the highway on his motorcycle. He is thinking about the rapture, his friends, family, all gone. His wife and children had disappeared while he was in Colorado covering the Anaheim Ducks' season. This drove him to the brink of his own destruction. He started drinking heavily, to the point where he suffered a major head injury in a motorcycle crash that required a titanium plate to be installed in his head.

He considered it miracle he survived, and has devoted his life to God ever since. Now he is in search of a mission to rededicate his life to journalsm, and use that to serve God.

 

[NatetheMate]

(( just to let you know, we have only gotten to the day after the rapture. Sorry I havent posted latley everyone, I just started a new job, and they want me to work as much as possible... ))

 

[Dean Anderson]

((Now I know that... lol, Ignore my first post. I wanna start over.))

Name: Dean Anderson
Home: Colorado
Age: 28
Job: Sports writer

 

[Dean Anderson]

Dean Anderson is riding down the highway on his motorcycle. He had covered the New York Rangers/Philadelphia Flyers game in Philadelphia. Two days later, the disappearances happened. He finds himself lost in his thoughts.

When it had happened, he was in his hotel room. He'd heard a series of car crashes and raced outside to see all the commotion. As he walked, he saw a massive pileup. Drivers, passengers, children, many people missing.

He had yanked out his cell phone and called home. Turning around, he pressed the phone to his ear. It rand and rang. Finally, nothing. An answering machine picked up.

After it finished, he said, "Kellie, soon as you hear this, pick up. It's an emergency. I just need to hear your voice."

He called her cell phone. Nothing still. He left the same message.

He dialed a third number and pressed the phone to his ear. A moment passed before a woman picked up.

"Hello?" she said.

"Margarethe," Dean replied, "I'm glad you're okay. Would do me a favor and you go next door to my house and check on my wife and kids?"

"Sure," she answered. "I'll call you back." Beep.

He combed his hair with his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, sweat dripping off his forehead. Thirty minutes passed, each one an eternity.

His phone rang. He answered it.

"Hello?" he asked.

"It's me" came Margarethe's voice. "She not there. None of them are there. It's just like the news. What's going on?"

"I don't... I don't know," he mouthed but could not speak as he dropped to his knees. He hung up his phone.

<I>Now what am I supposed to do?</I> Dean thought as he rode along the highway.

 

[lightonahill514]

((Thats fine if you have to do someone older than a teenager. I think it would be easier, in fact, if there was someone older than the age of 20.

And I guess you are forgiven, Nate ))

 

[ChristIsCalling]

(( lol ))

 

[NatetheMate]

(( lol, gee thanks, let me go figure out where I left off, then I'll update.

And thats a great post, we need adults in the story to! ))