nothing gets the job done (ASHIA)

[ETHAN HARRINGTON LEMMONS]

The sun was at it's peak that afternoon as Ethan hid between the turned over canoes beached on the shore like helpless whales. The tall and lanky twenty year old had been riddled with meaningless jobs since he got out of his morning internship. The internship was nice, though. He learned a lot from the hosts of the local radio station about the complications and requirements of running a radio show. Being only an intern Ethan didn't get paid thus calling for him to do side jobs to make what little bank he did. It was all finally over though. Ethan had gotten a good three hundred bucks out of it all, that was enough for food and the rest for rent. The now sitting man leaned to his right butt cheek and reached into his pocket for his plastic lighter with the smiley face on it. Ethan never bought lighters, he'd always find them laying around or he'd get them from people. Some where around his apartment he had a few Zippos that he'd gotten from the lost and found on campus when he was hired to clean it out and take the items to Good Will. Ethan took it upon himself to rummage through and take things he liked since they were going to be given away any way.

Also in his left back pocket was a small baggy filled with a green leafy substance and a piece of what looked like paper. Getting settled the dark haired boy groaned slightly a turned his body ninety degrees so he could lean his back against the upside down canoe. He bent his knees upwards a bit and set the plastic baggy between his legs, opening it. The boy reached inside and pulled out the paper and bit of the green. Using his knee as a table he fixed himself a joint, rolling it nicely. He'd gotten hooked of marijuana when he was in high school. Ethan's mother had died not long before that and his father had gotten out of prison. With all the stress the drugs felt relaxing; a nice release. Ethan wanted to stop but he lacked proper motivation to. Every day he'd wake up and say 'Today is the day' and every day five minutes after saying that he lit up; it was vicious cycle. Bringing the blunt to his lips he used the other hand to light the end. The tip of the joint glowed as he he inhaled, Ethan's eyes closing as the smoke enveloped his lungs.

After a long drag Ethan pulled the joint from his mouth and exhaled a large cloud of smoke. He could already smell the sweet smell of the kush fill the area. Ethan didn't really know what he liked most about smoking. Was it the smell? The taste? The feeling? Maybe it was a little of all of it, either way Ethan always saved enough money to buy enough to last him the week. It was difficult for him to get his priorities straight sometimes while addicted to it. Many occasions has Ethan put drugs over food and he'd go days without eating until finally he got so sick he had to eat. Blowing out yet another cloud of smoke he opened his eyes and looked at the glowing joint in his hand. Out of no where he began to chuckle to himself and shake his head. While on his high Ethan was always laughing, he wasn't really the munchies kind of pot head, though he did get a little hungrier while high.

tagged:

[/color] ASHIA
listening to:[/color] NOTHING
other notes:[/color] FIRST POST! WOOT!
word count:[/color] 609[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[ETHAN HARRINGTON LEMMONS]

Ethan took another long drag from the blunt before sighing and leaning his head back against the canoe, blowing out another cloud of smoke. He glanced over to the people from the radio station he interned at set up the promotion booth. Ethan chuckled and inhaled the last of his blunt. He must've been hiding out for longer than he thought because the crew was already done setting up. Squishing what little was left of the joint against the ground Ethan stood and blew out more smoke from his lungs. Ethan was sure he smelt to high heaven but it was whatever, maybe because he was high and didn't really care what was going on at all. Stumbling slightly Ethan placed his hand on the canoe and chuckled. Everything was euphoric to him right and it was rad. Combing his fingers through his hair the lanky boy walked over to the promotion table. The radio station was using this promotion to help promote the new seafood restaurant opening by the docks. Maine was known for their lobster, it being one of the main commodities of the state. Ethan never really cared for lobster though, probably because he could never afford to actually buy it.

Upon arriving to the promotion table his boss walked up to him. "Ethan where've you been? You were supposed to help set up over an hour ago. Have you been smoking again? Ethan I told you not to do that shit while on the job." The man gave a frustrated sighed and shook his head. "You know what? It doesn't matter. Just go over to that booth and sit. You'll need to check in some things that people will be dropping by soon for the promotion. Do you understand?" He looked Ethan right in the eye and the boy chuckled, nodding. "Good. Now get over there and change your shirt into one of the staff ones, you smell like pot any way, grab a badge too." The man waved Ethan off and walked away. Ethan nodded and walked over to the table with a banner of the radio station on the front of it. He dug through the box beside the table and picked up a staff shirt of his size before changing and tossing his shirt under the table. The dark haired boy sat down placed the badge around his neck.

Already bored Ethan leaned forward on the table, his cheek in his hand, the other holding up the badge in front of his face, watching it spin slowly. This would be a rather long process, even though these things only lasted about three hours or so. Ethan chuckled suddenly and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. Ethan wasn't sure how long he had zoned out but it took him by surprise when the girl dropped the bag of CDs in front him. "Uh.." Ethan said at first her question not exactly put together logically in his brain yet. Looking up at the blonde he chuckled and nodded his head. "Yeah." His gaze fell to the CDs then back up to the girl. Doing a double take it clicked in his head, she must've been one of the people he was supposed to look out for. "Oh. Yeah." Ethan grabbed the clipboard with papers on it and flipped through the papers for a list of who was supposed to stop by. Scanning for some that talked about CDs he stopped at a Ashia Vantassle. "Are you: Ashia? The CD girl?" He asked looking up to the very attractive blonde before him.

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[/color] ASHIA
listening to:[/color] NOTHING
other notes:[/color] NO
word count:[/color] 642[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[ETHAN HARRINGTON LEMMONS]

Ethan chuckled slightly as she scoffed her management for calling her Ashia the CD girl. That was a rather wretched title to be called. He was often called kite due to the fact he was often high as one. Only people that were close to him and meant no harm by it though called him that. Any one else and Ethan might've knocked them as high as a kite. His chuckling abruptidly stopped, though, when Ashia began to cover her mouth and stumble. His black eyebrow arched slightly watching her wobbling actions. This was strange to him and he tried to figure out what was going on. 'Did she feel sick?', he wondered. All of his quickly forming questions were answered just a soon as they formed. Jumping back slightly, pushing the cheap plastic chair back, and standing he watched as the once standing attractive blonde became and attractive blonde doubled over and puking her lunch out of her mouth. The twenty year old boy watched in awe, not really sure what to do, though being high would've hindered what help he could've done any way. A faint chuckle passed his lips, weirdly finding this amusing, probably because he wasn't sure what was really going on. "You okay?"

This question, like the first few, was also answered as soon as it was asked. Watching as Ashia fell over he blinked and looked around. "Medic! Medic!" He suddenly began shouting, cuppoing his hands around his mouth to amplify his shouts for help. "Hey! We need some help over here!" People hastily ran over to the two and examined the girl laying what appeared to be motionless on the ground. Peering over the table he watched as they called the hospital and fussed over her. Through Ethan's eyes everything was going by slowly, almost in slow motion. It was strange watching and hearing people moved slower than they actually were. Even the sirens of the ambulance slowed down as the paramedics arrived and shortly after loaded her into the, still screaming, ambulance. Ethan's boss appeared in front of him and began to speak. It was all a mess to Ethan as he inadvertantly squinted his eyes trying to understand what the man was saying. His boss snapped a few times and Ethan shook his head, everything in the world returning back to it's pace. "Hey! Ethan!" The boy snapped towards the man who sighed and shook his head. "Go with the paramedics to the hosiptal. You saw what happened so they're going to ask you questions. Try not to be too obvious that your baked beyond belief." The lanky boy nodded and his boss patted his back before pushing him to the paramedics who then pulled him onto the ambulance.

The doors shut and the ambulance sped away. From the inside the siren wasn't as loud as it was from outside the vehicle. "Sir?" The paramedic said louder and more sternly. Apparently he'd been trying to get Ethan's attention. Ethan had zoned out looking at Ashia lying on the stretcher. Looking towards the blonde haired paramedic with a gotee type thing going on. Grant chuckled slightly at the thought of a gotee. It reminded him of a goat and with that though now in his head there was no way he'd take this guy serious. "Sir, could you tell me what happened?" He asked getting out his clipboard and a pen. Ethan nodded slightly before answering. "She was handing me some CDs and she seemed fine. Next thing I know she doubled over puking her lunch out and on the ground. She was holding her ankle too so I'm guessing its a slight sprain considering there is no severe swelling or coloration of the ankle. If it is a break then it is probably only a fracture due to no pertrusion from the skin or distortion in the ankle itself." The paramedics blinked, slightly shocked, looking between each other then back to Ethan who merely blinked. "What?" He asked and the goat man shook his head. "Nothing. Do you know her name? She must've told you at some point." Ethan thought about it a moment and racked his brain for a name. "Erm.." He said aloud and held his head. "Ashia? Yeah. Ashia the CD girl." "Ashia the CD girl?" The paramedic responded perplexed. "Is that her full name? Ethan's face suddenly look enlightened, like everything finally fell into place and the lightbulb glowed brightly. "Oh! No. No. Her last name is Vantassle if I remember from the sheet. Who ever sent her put CD girl at the end of her name. Thats all I know though." The men nodded and continued writing as they approached the hospital and unloaded Ashia. Ethan watched as she was wheeled inside quickly, the paramedics leaving him to himself; they gotten what they needed from him. Jumping from the back of the ambulance Ethan stumbled slightly but followed the trail they had left when taking Ashia away.

tags: ASHIA
listening to: RIGHT ROUND - FLO RIDA
notes: NONE
word count: 881

[ETHAN HARRINGTON LEMMONS]

Ethan walked to the receptionist's desk as they medics dissapeared with Ashia some where unknown to them. He combed his fingers through his hair and looked at her. "Excuse me, miss. Do you know where they're taking that girl who was just wheeled in?" He pointed off in the direction in which he last saw her being wheeled away. The girl tapped on the keys of her keyboard looking for information. "That girl? She is in being stationed in room 402." Ethan nodded and waved before walking over to the elevator and stepping inside. His finger pressed against the floor 4 button then pressed his back against the back of the elevator as the doors closed the metal box and he began to move up. The dark haired boy gripped the railing behind him tightly, being afraid of heights definitely included elevators. Every creak and rumble seemed one hundred times louder that it actually was. The jerk from the elevator sent wave after wave of bad thoughts through his head, all ending in the poor boy’s demise. When the doors finally creaked open on the appropriate floor Ethan couldn’t run any faster from the metal, dangling box. Walking down the hall he counted the room numbers until the right room came into view. Ethan must have got onto the wrong elevator because 402 was at the very end of the wing. Putting his hand on the knob Ethan pause and looked around. He wasn’t sure why he felt a need to pause maybe it was because hospitals always gave him the creeps. His mother was in one for his father’s abuse and he never liked it then either. They were full of sick or dying people and smelled of medicine and sterilization liquids. Pushing the door finally open he peered inside to see Ashia laying on the bed, sleeping or unconscious, Ethan couldn’t tell. The dark haired boy grabbed her charts at the end of her bed and looked then over. They seemed fine from what he could see. Placing it back on the edge of the bed he took a seat in the chair beside the bed.

This reminded him all to well of the long nights he stayed that hospital. While his father was in hail and his mother hung on for life in the hospital the few days she could Ethan would sleep, eat and basically live on one of these chairs. He didn’t like to leave the room ,every one around him seemed scary and evil. The lab coats and shiny instruments enthralled the small boy. When his mother finally did pass away the long single toned beep frightened the boy even more. It was loud and brought nothing but bad news. He hated hospitals more than anything. Lucky for Ethan now he was too high to let his anxiety get to him too much. His eyes were locked on the motionless Ashia as she lay there. His eyes kept darting to her monitor as it jumped, showing heart beat. That was good, he thought. Ethan was unsure of how long he sat there waiting for Ashia to awake. It had to have been a few hours because his buzz died down and he slowly became sober. Nurses would come in every once in a while to check on her and the child but said nothing to Ethan who said nothing as well. Ethan was tempted to go out and smoke, having just enough for one more blunt, but decided against it. It was good thing too because shortly after his thought Ashia awoke with a small stir. The boy stood and walked to her bed side. He wasn’t sure why the sight of her stirring made him joyous because he barely knew her. The same question could also be applied to ask why he was sitting at her bed side and waiting for her to wake. Ethan didn’t know her and he could’ve just as well walked out of the ambulance when they were done talking to Ethan and asking him questions. Smiling gently as Ashia began to open his eyes he couldn’t help but chuckled slightly before speaking. “Hello. Welcome back.” Ethan joked slightly, as if Ashia had really gone some where instead of into the unconscious like state.
tags: ASHIA
listening to: MEMORIES – EISLEY
notes: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG
word count: 768