New Year, New City; Mexico City -- Agustin Martinez

[SleepyPlayz 66]

Create new problems, solve old relationships, make up stories about your friend being a closeted gay girl because he wore a dress one time in middle school and it turned into an inside joke, a gag if you will, with your friends, and play hockey. You could say that was about all Martinez did during the New Year, and he doesn't mind it. He paid for his friend's tickets out of the country and back to the Philippines, and as he watched them go, he realized he'd be lonely again.

 

The hotel he stayed at in Charlotte was comfy and big enough for one person, but he'd only be staying here for one more day anyways before he went to Mexico City. He was drafted there or something like that, he didn't really care for that right now. He sighed and stared at his phone. Maybe he really should try making some friends. But wait, what if they don't understand him, his problems, his anything? Would he be judged harshly by everyone because he was a social outcast who was "just another one of those types..." or would he be accepted for his behavior? He sighed, falling asleep in the hotel's bed.

 

He grappled with the idea that he wasn't quite all he was made out to be, with his flimsy play on the ice and his less than stellar mood off of it, he figured he would at least drop down. "Fuck this place, and fuck the people in it." He muttered to himself. "I'm closer to being a professional hockey player, not them," he began in one of his long, manic speeches, "do they not understand the difference between a professional hockey player and their worthless selves?" He paused to take a breath, walking outside of his room. It was about 3:15 AM, no one was awake, at least no sane person in this hotel was.

 

He walked out of his room and left the door stop in so he could come back whenever. He stretched and took a jog around the place. He sighed, his mind going through several different reviews of how this version of events had been playing out. "Maybe I really am not used to the idea of being in a spotlight after all. To be fair, it was 13 games, but... I was still pretty scared." He mumbled to himself as he walked through the halls, walls plastered with that backrooms-esque style wallpaper, a dull yellow color with a bit of brown as a trim, the only contrast from the actual backrooms.

 

He looped around the hallway twice over before finally making his way back to his room at around 3:30. That little walk around was nice and relaxing. Hopefully he'd catch up on the rest of his sleep. He walked into his room and kicked the doorstop away, letting the door slam behind him. He walked towards the bed and flopped down on it, closing his eyes and waiting to fall asleep.

 

When he woke up, someone came to collect him from his hotel room, a man dressed in black, the same one who'd picked him up from the airport when he landed here in Charlotte. "Hello, Mr. Martinez. I will be driving you to the airport at 3:45 PM, as your flight will be at 5:15 PM and I would much prefer if you were to be given a good amount of time before your flight." He nodded, staring at the popcorn ceiling in the hotel room.

 

Time felt like it was ticking by at a second per minute, his mind stuck on various facts. He wasn't in the best mental state to begin with, maybe that's why he started having doubts. Well, being driven to the airport was nice. He rolled his suitcase out of the hotel and into the courier's car. He'd be transported to the airport and be free from Charlotte. It was nice here, but he wasn't really attached to it. He scooted over to the other seat, staring out of the window towards the east, the colder air making him shiver. He waltzed his way through the airport, boarding the plane. He was seated by the window, coincidentally getting an eastern view from the plane. What a nice view... all grey, sad, and muddy.

 

When he landed, he was driven to a hotel room, somewhere closer to the airport for the night thanks to the time he landed and people being tired. He sighed, walking again was totally fun and totally wasn't some sort of drag. At least the weather was way nicer than Charlotte, he didn't feel as cold here. He was happy about that as he stared into the ceiling, going to the immediate problem; when the hell was their first game again? It wasn't at any time in the next few weeks, but he still wanted to know. Well, he'd know when he got a call.

 

Martinez swan-dived his way into Mexico City's draft view and on draft night, he was selected 15th. Hey, that was pretty high, probably. He would gladly take it with a smile since he was drafted that high, but something about it felt a little weird, at least to him. Maybe it was just he wasn't used to the whole idea of being drafted high, being a teenager with low self confidence made him think he wasn't worth it. Maybe it was due to people online telling the world that he isn't as good as people make him out to be. Oh well, he'd show them on the ice. He'd show all of them.

For the first time since being drafted by the Mexico City Kings, he geared up in the attire of a king, that fresh hockey suit weighing down on his shoulders, in a good way. He felt happy to be here. Finally, a home he could truly call his home. He had a grin on his face as he picked up his stick, getting ready for some action on the ice.

 

(Thank you @VattghernCZ for the graphic of Martinez!)

[VattghernCZ 1,071]

5 minutes ago, SleepyPlayz said:

, he was selected 15th. Hey, that was pretty high, probably.

 

I was cartwheeling when you were still available tbh. The lague ain't ready for next season's Martinez 

[SleepyPlayz 66]

3 hours ago, VattghernCZ said:

 

I was cartwheeling when you were still available tbh. The lague ain't ready for next season's Martinez 

And someone else lower on the list was definitely crying, glad to be a part of this team