chronicle_tenko
LR's Lovable Idiot
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(This Story is closed for myself, Trixabell, and Ausus_girl13. Feel free to read along with us, but please; no posting.)
Ethan swept the floor and thought about his life, moving the broom back and forth as if he were chasing the puck. Sweeping a pile back and forth until he He shot it forward attempting to hit the bin he'd set up. And succeeding only in splattering the edges with dirt and dust. He threw the broom down in disgust. Here he was in the Colorado Rockies, surrounded by picturesque peaks, the sweet smell of pine, and… He couldn’t do it. Ethan reflected on the fact that this was his last chance to get into the NHL and something was still gtting into his head. He had been trying forever it seemed. Ethan wasn't a very large man, by the league's standards. He was over 200 pounds, and very well muscled and put together, but the 5'11 that he stood made a lot of scouts look him over. His Points per season from the Blue Line were abysmal. 4 goals and 2 Assists in 48 games and that was a record year. However he was leading the league in a stat few measured The HBH column was packed full. Hit and Be Hit. With a minimum of penalties Ethan had manged to put the fear of god into people all through the NCAA, and he had the pain tolerance of a corpse, as he demonstrated by blocking shots nightly. Still though, there were no scouting reports that had him as a glowing candidate for the draft.
He attempted to get back to work, reflecting on the fact that he was in El Dorado Springs, taking care of the hostel for his billet family. He was going to finish his degree in Sports Medicine in any case, drafted or not, as he wanted something to fall back on.
But this quite possibly being the last spring spent here in the resort town; he wanted to relax. Take the time on the town's ice rink to practice, and be in top shape for the Skills competitions. He also helped to run the small theater, loving the old feel and ridiculous costumes they kept there.
Ethan was a familiar in this town, and most of the folks knew him by his easy going nature and the mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes. And yet something still seemed missing no matter what he did or how he looked. He'd seen it in his coaches faces, A lack of confidence or drive to the net. And hopefully Ethan thought that he might finally find it. Here in this sleepy little mountain town.
Ethan swept the floor and thought about his life, moving the broom back and forth as if he were chasing the puck. Sweeping a pile back and forth until he He shot it forward attempting to hit the bin he'd set up. And succeeding only in splattering the edges with dirt and dust. He threw the broom down in disgust. Here he was in the Colorado Rockies, surrounded by picturesque peaks, the sweet smell of pine, and… He couldn’t do it. Ethan reflected on the fact that this was his last chance to get into the NHL and something was still gtting into his head. He had been trying forever it seemed. Ethan wasn't a very large man, by the league's standards. He was over 200 pounds, and very well muscled and put together, but the 5'11 that he stood made a lot of scouts look him over. His Points per season from the Blue Line were abysmal. 4 goals and 2 Assists in 48 games and that was a record year. However he was leading the league in a stat few measured The HBH column was packed full. Hit and Be Hit. With a minimum of penalties Ethan had manged to put the fear of god into people all through the NCAA, and he had the pain tolerance of a corpse, as he demonstrated by blocking shots nightly. Still though, there were no scouting reports that had him as a glowing candidate for the draft.
He attempted to get back to work, reflecting on the fact that he was in El Dorado Springs, taking care of the hostel for his billet family. He was going to finish his degree in Sports Medicine in any case, drafted or not, as he wanted something to fall back on.
But this quite possibly being the last spring spent here in the resort town; he wanted to relax. Take the time on the town's ice rink to practice, and be in top shape for the Skills competitions. He also helped to run the small theater, loving the old feel and ridiculous costumes they kept there.
Ethan was a familiar in this town, and most of the folks knew him by his easy going nature and the mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes. And yet something still seemed missing no matter what he did or how he looked. He'd seen it in his coaches faces, A lack of confidence or drive to the net. And hopefully Ethan thought that he might finally find it. Here in this sleepy little mountain town.
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