100 in 100!

[kaige68.livejournal.com]

Your challenge (should you choose to accept it) is to crank out 100 words or 1 graphic inspired by the word:
Rotation

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[agdhani.livejournal.com]

“Mr. Fenway! My word it is good to see you! After what people have been saying…” The thin faced soldier with broad hands grabbed Aman’s hand and pumped it enthusiastically.
Assuming the rumors involved his death and not feeling inclined to address it until he confronted the Laedan, he stood paralyzed until the soldier let him go “I haven’t been gone that long,” he quipped. “Have you seen Norse?”
“Didn’t Laedan tell you? You don’t know?”
“Tell me what?” He chose not to mention he had not yet spoken to the Laedan, that he had not yet been to the Fortress, he steered the fellow through the barrack’s doorway as though he had come to inspect the facility. It looked the same as it always had, gray, drab, nearly lightless except for the feeble sun’s rays that pushed through the layers of grunge on the narrow rectangular windows. There was no power to the overhead lights, as that was reserved for evening or for the stormiest, coldest of days, and the fire at the far end had already gone out so that the hearth could be cleaned. Beds had been made save for those on off-duty rotation who snored as the slept and seemed not to hear the muted conversation of the pair walking the center aisle between the left and right rows of beds.
“Gone missing they say…or maybe he’s on his own mission. People won’t say. One day he just stopped comin’ round.”
Aman pursed his lips. Norse undoubtedly had his share of enemies, people who would want him dead. If his absence was a kidnapping, Geary would undoubtedly prevent that knowledge from spreading. But a secret mission…
He nodded with relief. That was the most likely explanation. It meant he was not likely to run into the other man before he was ready to do so.
“Some think HOPE’s using him for their heists…or he’s doing them himself and that’s why the anakarist is here again…” His guide whispered.
“Anakarist?” Aman’s heart beat faster and harder. “Heists?”
“Medical supplies…we’re stretched cause a lot of us are guarding the clinics and medical centers…either to protect them or as a cover up. Nothing’s happened in Kennedy though. All’s been quiet otherwise. Is it true you went after weapons...?”
“Why would there be weapons?” Aman asked him, reaching the door at the opposite end of the barracks and opening it to let himself out. “Shouldn’t you be about your duties?” Norse might not be there to punish them for slacking, but if word reached the Laedan, the punishment would be no less severe.
“Yeah…I should…” He had been so surprised by seeing Aman as he left the barracks that he had forgotten he was on his way back to the main gatehouse outpost. “Well…welcome back, sir…”
Left alone, Aman knew what he had to do next.
Talk to as many soldiers and grounds staff as possible to verify those rumors, all while avoiding the Laedan, Anakarist Miller, and Donn Channon.

Rotation - All for the Game - Jeremy Knox - 131 words

[cmk418]

Jeremy's breath came in heavy pants as he walked slowly to mid-court during a stoppage in play. His legs were screaming in pain, more from the constant use than any errant rackets knocking into them.

Whose idea was it to only field nine players?

Oh, that's right. It was his. He thought it would be fun.

It was fun, having the challenge of playing a full game instead of being subbed out in a regular rotation, but it was incredibly taxing as well. He couldn't believe the Foxes were able to do this all season long.

His team had some of the best athletes in the country and he was proud of every single one of them, but what the Foxes had been able to accomplish was nothing short of amazing.

[simplyn2deep.livejournal.com]

Eli practiced his rotation for hours, the basketball spinning on his finger like a hypnotic wheel.

“Getting fancy, huh?” Derek leaned against the court’s fence, arms crossed.

“Coach says it’s all in the wrist.” Eli smirked, letting the ball drop before catching it mid-air.

“Coach also says teamwork wins games, not tricks.”

Eli rolled his eyes. “Lighten up, Dad. Gotta impress the scouts somehow.”

From the bleachers, Stiles called out, “And your rotation is almost as flawless as your ego!”

Eli laughed, aiming a shot. Swish.

Derek grumbled, hiding a smile. “Showoff.”

“Must run in the family,” Eli teased.