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[SleepyPlayz 98]

Returning to practice is never easy for someone who's always gone through practice. That much is true, and it shows with Martinez and his attitude over the last few weeks, being one of complacency.

 

The Maryland rookie who's camping out in Mexico City after being drafted, since he hasn't been called up, is mostly looking at finding a way to get back into the swing of things, but it doesn't seem like the best option ever. Right now, he's giving Mexico City 10 points over 8 games, which is pretty good; more than one point a game, and 15% of his shots are going in.

 

He finds himself in a not quite unique situation; a mental block. He wants to move to practice, however he's limited by the person who writes the articles for him, and as a result, he's falling farther and farther behind.

 

Whether due to a lack of self-discipline or because of a waning interest, the person who writes these is getting slower and slower, with less and less time on their hands and less and less to talk about.

 

That doesn’t matter for Martinez, however, who’d just come back from vacation and was ready to practice. Donning the Mexico City logo on his jersey, he skated back onto the ice and returned to practice himself, whether his creator would let him or not. It was almost instant.

 

Going from nothing to something is hard, but once you reach that something, it feels like it gets easier and easier to achieve that something that you want to accomplish, and that’s why Martinez is going to work hard. If not for himself, then for his team.

 

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Martinez split off with the rest of the group after practice had ended, putting earbuds into his ear and walking around Mexico City. He’d been wanting to do this for a while, just walk around. Something he missed about most places is that he couldn’t easily walk around to find some stores, but that was alright. A lot of the world was industrialized anyways, why would he care this much?

 

He held his gear in a duffel bag, slung around his shoulder for efficiency. Maybe it wasn’t the most efficient for his shoulders, but it was better than dragging the bag along the ground. He was listening to one of those dumb YouTube playlists from a few years ago that was usually about feeling like a villain or some dumb shit like that. It was just something he could listen to without having to check his phone, so… that was also efficient. He was enroute to a Denny’s to grab a bite. 

 

On his way, he could’ve sworn he saw someone peeking out by the corner that he was supposed to turn. It looked like a girl, dirtied and maybe afraid based on posture. As he turned the corner, though, he found no trace of this girl. What the hell happened to her? Was he hallucinating? Maybe this hallucination is what he gets for pushing himself too hard. Oh well, that’s alright. He continued on his journey to the Denny’s.