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sportsfest2018-07-01 12:02 am
Bonus Round 2: Quotes
Bonus Round 2: Quotes
Sometimes you just have to keep with tradition! Keeping with the SASO roots that SportsFest was born from, Bonus Round 2 is all about quotes.
This bonus round will close on July 13th, 2018 11:59PM PT. [COUNTDOWN]
This Round is CLOSED, but is perpetually open for new FILLS.
Rules
The Rule of Thumb for this round is prominence - did a published author or poet write this line you’d like to quote? Great. Is it from a speech or a historical document? Cool. Did your friend say something funny on twitter the other day? Not so much.
Please DO NOT prompt screenshots of private conversations, Discord convos, or conversations between you and your friends. This can easily and unintentionally bring the prompts into inside joke territory, and can create an exclusionary environment.
Quotes from other SportsFest participants (or yourself) are NOT allowed in this round (for similar reasons to above, and the fact that you could just make anything a quote).
Please give credit to the original speaker of your quote whenever possible.
If prompting with a screenshot, it is polite to post a transcription of the text below the image for accessibility.
Please use your best judgement, and if you’re unsure if something qualifies - ask! The mods are here to help.
And to reiterate, Your prompt MUST include one or more specific nominated fandoms. Please do not prompt "Fandom: Any".
A Few Examples:
“Today is far from Childhood -
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter -
Which shortened all the miles-
- Emily Dickinson, ‘One Sister Have I In Our House’
“Til this moment I never knew myself”
- Elizabeth Bennett, Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice
“SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE!
- Damian, Mean Girls
“It's a quarter past midnight
As we cut through the city”
- Quarter Past Midnight, Bastille
If Prompting
Please use the following subject line for prompt:
Prompt: [Your Team]
Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable
Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses.
NSFW Prompts
EXPLICITLY NSFW PROMPTS must be posted to the after-hours comm. “Explicitly NSFW” means that the prompt includes outright sexual content (whether in a photograph, drawing, or in words), and prompts that in the additional requests are asking for explicit fills. Prompts are posted with the same HTML format, in the same manner as a SFW prompt, just under the designated post for that Bonus Round in the after-hours comm. See ‘Filling’ for the procedures for NSFW Fills.
Once you have joined the Afterhours community, you can find the corresponding post HERE.
If Filling
Minimums
Required Work Minimums:
400 words (prose)
400px by 400px (art)
14 lines (poetry)
There is no max work cap.
Format
FILL: [Your Team], [Rating]
Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable
Replace [Rating] with the rating of your fill (G-E).
Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses.
NSFW Fills
All NSFW fills must be posted in the corresponding Bonus Round post in the After Hours community. If filling a prompt that has been posted on the after-hours comm, simply reply to that prompt. If filling a SFW prompt, let the prompter know by replying to the original prompt on the main comm with a link to your fill on the corresponding after-hours Bonus Round Post. Please do not use the Fill subject line or Fill header when cross-linking. This will cause the BR scorer to count your fill twice.
Once you have joined the Afterhours community, you can find the corresponding post HERE.
Scoring
The scoring for bonus rounds depends on the number of people (n) on your team. You’re welcome to make as many prompts and fills as you like!
For prompts: 5 points per prompt, limited to 5 times the number of team members (5n)
For fills, where (n) = number of members on you team:
First 5n fills: 20 points each
Fills 5n to 10n: 10 points each
Fills 10n to 15n: 5 points each
All fills after 15n: 2 points each
Confused? Don’t worry; math is hard. Check out the Bonus Round Point Widget to help you figure out the point scale for your team.
All scored content must be created new for this round.
FILL: Team Daiya, M
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence
Other Tags: John Wick Hitman AU, mentions of suicide and animal death, some profanity
Word Count: 1406
Remix Permission: Yes!
***
Miyuki strolled into the the ornate lobby of the Continental Hotel. Everyone he walked by stared at him. He kept walking until he stopped at Front Desk.
“Hello, Miyuki-san. It’s nice to see you again,” said the man at Front Desk.
“It’s been a while, Shirasu.” He was one of the most competent men Miyuki had ever met, not flashy, very steady.
“A room on the 18th floor?”
“Yes, thanks. I’ll need a new suit.”
“I’ll make the appointment with the tailor for tomorrow morning.”
Miyuki made his way to his room, passing Narumiya Mei in the understated, elegant hallway.
“Kazuya! What are you doing here?”
“Hi Mei,” he said. “Checking in for a few days.”
Mei frowned up at him. “Business? Are you working again?” Mei was beautifully dressed in a bulletproof custom suit and handmade shoes.
“Just taking care of a few things.”
Mei looked at him closely. “You’re stressed and pissed off. You okay?”
“There’s been some trouble at my house but I should have it sorted out by the end of the week.”
“Well, let me know if you need help. I’ll be here for a few days myself.”
“Thanks.” Miyuki kept walking to his room. As he turned the key in room lock, he was aware that Mei was still standing in the hallway, watching him.
****
Miyuki walked downstairs, stopping at the Front Desk. Shirasu paused at his computer to look up at him. “Is Tetsu here?”
“In the bar. Usual table.”
“Thanks.”
Miyuki walked into the restaurant, ignoring everyone’s stares, making his way to Tetsu’s table.
“Kazuya! I heard you were here. Welcome back,” he gestured at the chair opposite. “Please sit. Join me for dinner.”
“Not here to have dinner with you. Just need some information.”
Tetsu stared up at him, laying down his fork. “Are you all right? You look a little stressed.”
Miyuki frowned down at him. “Someone tried to attack me at my house. Hear any rumors about that?”
Tetsu’s eyes widened. “I...no. Everyone knows you’re no longer working. There’s no reason to engage with you like that.” He frowned. “Especially now...with everything that’s happened.”
“They stole my car and killed my dog. A Shiba puppy. Sawa--.” He stopped speaking, calming himself down then continued, voice slightly rough. “Sawamura sent me that dog, had it delivered after he...passed.”
Tetsu’s expression was shocked. “I’m sorry, Kazuya. I will check my sources to see if anything comes up.” He looked down at the table. “Have a few drinks, on the house, of course.”
“Thanks.”
Miyuki walked over to the bartender who was standing with his back to him. Kuramochi turned around. “Miyuki! It’s been forever. Good to see you!” He lowered his voice. “My condolences about your husband.”
Miyuki nodded. “Appreciate it.”
“So, the usual?”
“Yeah.” Miyuki turned around to survey the patrons. He knew all of them, of course. Though it had been a few years, it seemed the scene never changed. Same professionals, some better than others, same slick, shiny surroundings.
He hadn’t missed it at all even though he was really good, the best, actually. Still, when Sawamura had come into his life, all sunshine and brightness, he’d fallen hard. Sawamura had been the opposite of his calculating, standoffish exterior, and had managed to infuse some of that sunshine into his chilly heart. Losing him less than two weeks ago had almost destroyed him.
Almost.
“Here you go.” Kuramochi pushed his drink at him and held out a cocktail napkin.
“Thanks, I’ll see you around.” He took his drink and sat down alone at one of the booths in the corner. He turned the napkin over. “Inside this hotel,” it said.
*****
Miyuki sat on his hotel bed, checking his gun. He was still wearing his shoulder holster, white shirt, trousers, and shoes. As soon as he’d finished his drink, he’d gone back to his room. The flat screen TV was on to a baseball game, sound turned low. He glanced up as the pitcher threw to the ball, striking out the batter.
“Sinker,” he muttered then he turned away from the TV. He’d always liked being on this floor. It wasn’t as expensive as being in the penthouse but still had a stunning view of New York City. Plus, the rooms were larger.
There was a knock at the door.
“Who is it?” he called out.
“Room service,” called the voice on the other side. He didn’t recognize it.
“I didn’t order room service.”
“The manager...he asked me to bring something up for you.”
Miyuki frowned. On very rare occasions Tetsu did things like this especially if he happened to come by sensitive information and didn’t want to talk on the phone or send a text.
Miyuki slipped one of his semi-automatics into the back of his trousers and pulled on his fingerless leather gloves. He approached the door slowly, holding another gun.
He looked through the peephole. It was some kid in a hotel uniform. He looked nervous. Miyuki unlocked the door and stepped back, pointing his gun. “Open the door slowly,” he called.
The door opened slowly and then Mei burst into the room firing his weapon.
Miyuki ducked and rolled to avoid getting hit. “Mei! What the hell are you doing?”
“Getting my revenge, Kazuya, what else?”
“Are you SERIOUS?” he yelled. Mei was firing at him, bullets slamming into the walls and furniture.
He fired back, yelling. “Stop it!” Mei fired again from the other side of the room, hitting him in the shoulder. In that moment, he moved lightning fast until he had him against the wall. Mei might be small but he was quick and calculating. And brilliant.
“Drop it, Kazuya.” Mei gripped his bleeding shoulder and squeezed. Miyuki yelped and dropped his gun. “Hands against the wall,” said Mei. Miyuki laid his hands against the wall.
“Okay, now that you have my attention, what’s this all about?” said Miyuki. His shoulder felt raw and pain was radiating down his arm.
“You! Using me for a one-night stand and then not calling me again.”
“This is about when we fucked? That was years ago!”
Mei leaned forward, pressing himself against him. “You are a cruel, unfeeling bastard. You know I wanted that more than anything else, wanted you, but you ignored me.”
Miyuki said nothing. He couldn’t believe Mei was still pissed about that. And would take such a huge chance with his own life.
“And then Sawamura came along and stole your heart, even made you leave the business. A stupid, loudmouth with no talent took you away from me!”
“Mei,” Miyuki fought hard to keep his voice steady. “Did you send men to attack me in my house, take my car, and kill my...dog?”
“I needed to get your attention.”
BAM!! Miyuki had struck Mei so hard across the face that he fell backward. Miyuki pulled out his gun from the back of his trousers, pointing it at him. “You’re dead, Mei. All this is an expensive, elaborate way for you to commit suicide.”
“So what, Kazuya? Think I don’t know that. I violated the hotel’s number one rule: The Continental is Neutral Ground. No ‘Business is Allowed,” he recited. “Tetsu is going to put a bullet in my head.” Tears were leaking out of Mei’s pretty blue eyes. “And for the record, I didn’t know about the dog. Those assholes killed it on their own.”
Miyuki put his gun away. “Get out of here. Tetsu will be sending men up here as we speak.”
Mei scrambled up, picking up his gun. “I’m coming for you, Kazuya. I’m going to spend every minute of my last remaining time to taking you down.”
“You do that.”
Mei wiped the tears from his eyes and ran out the door. Miyuki knew Mei would find a way out of the hotel without getting caught. He dropped onto his bed.
The hotel door opened. Miyuki pulled his gun again. “Kazuya, what the hell happened?” said Tetsu, strolling in a with a group of men.
Miyuki put his gun down. “Mei. He’s pissed at me.”
Tetsu looked around the hotel room, lips pressed into a thin line. “It’s over for him. You know that, right?”
Miyuki sighed, “Yeah, I know. And so does he.” He shook head, thinking that the cat-and-mouse game Mei had set up for them was only just starting.