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Zeus: King of the Gods (theos_hypsistos) wrote in deities_dot_com,
@ 2012-05-05 05:57:00

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The Most Exciting Two Minutes In Sports [tag: Everyone Who Wants To!]
Churchill Downs was all a flutter with activity. Which made sense. It was the most exciting two days of the year at the Louisville, Kentucky track. Zeus had been on site since early yesterday. Mostly for networking purposes, as while he had interest in the Oaks -the filly race held on Friday, from a gambling side of things, he had other things on his mind. He had a horse in the Derby.

It was a very tricky business, racing horses. He couldn't very well breed, race and gamble under his own name. No, that's what aliases were for. He also had co-owners to keep things less suspicious. Besides, then he could easily blame it on others when things didn't go as planned and it wasn't only his investment going sour if the horse didn't win.

He'd spent the better part of the morning schmoozing with other owner and trainers, meeting jockeys, eying up the competition, placing discreet bets with a bookie in Vegas via teleconference and showing off his wife. The latter part was his favorite, well, that and the actual wagering. But Hera was a very beautiful woman and she knew it, and she carried herself like a confident woman who knew it, which Zeus very much appreciated. She always looked put together and refined, even when wheelbarrows of soiled hay and horse dung are wheeled past. Even as he proudly displayed and patted down this years prize hot Thoroughbred from his stables to show Hera, she still held face.

But that part of the day was mostly over. Oh, there would be friendly jibes between other owners and himself as the day went on, as they ran into each other areas of Churchill Downs, but now there was mostly socialization time until the parade of the horses happened shortly before race time. Zeus was excited, though his face didn't show it. He simply smiled in his soft gray suit and equally soft blue tie, shook hands with those who he knew and those he didn't, and mentally prepared himself for one of the most exciting two minutes in sports.

And he was pleased, one of the horses he had been concerned about had been scratched yesterday from the race and was no longer a threat. Which was an added bonus to his mood and the day.

He took a deep breath as another well-wisher part their company and turned to his wife. “The excitement is almost palatable, wouldn't you say?”

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daimonfear
2012-05-05 01:59 pm UTC (link)

The only reason Deimos wasn't wearing his usual outfit of ripped jeans and black t-shirts was because of Hera. Screw the dress code; his fear of and respect for his grandmother had him spiffed out, shaved, hair cut and styled, and he'd even traded his boots for shined leather loafers.

He looked absolutely nothing like himself, and was seriously inclined to start a squabble between all the jockeys, because nothing said fun like a bunch of shorties trying to punch each other.

It seemed like every other guy there was dressed up like a pastel rainbow or mismatched socks, and you couldn't see a single woman's face for all the hats. If someone had walked by with a live squid dangling off her head, he wouldn't have been surprised in the least.

He had some kind of green minty drink in his hand, that he'd been offered from one of the numerous lounges and tables, and though he could smell both the mint and the liquor he had yet to take a drink. Instead, he just shifted around uncomfortably in his black suit and red tie, fidgeting with the knot as he looked around at everyone and scoping out weaknesses.

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philotes
2012-05-06 01:07 am UTC (link)

Lottie LOVED her Hat. She loved it with a passion and adoration that was usually reserved for small and fluffy creatures of the baby variety that children begged to bring home. She would have hugged it if it wouldn't have crushed the form and rendered it less than the glorious and wonderful thing that it was. She still had the occasional urge to reach up with both arms and hug her head, since it was currently sitting on her dark locks looking ridiculously awesome. It was, in Lottie's opinion, the Best. Hat. Ever.

For one thing, it was bright red. In a sea full of pastels and muted tones, the red really popped and she loved that it stood out. Not normally one to want to make such a bold fashion statement, something about The Hat made her feel sort of powerful and sexy. Then there was the fact that it was huge. HUGE. Like it extended past her shoulders huge. But the best thing, the very best thing, about her beloved new friend, The Hat, was that it looked like a giant poppy. She liked that part so much, she hadn't gotten a red dress to go with it. No no no. She'd picked out a white sundress with a pattern of big red poppies. She was so coordinated it was amazing!

And it felt good to be in a good mood, to be happy. Because lately, things had been a little bit heavier than Friendship liked them to be. She was a smiler, a cheerful sort of person, but recently she hadn't been doing too much smiling. Like she was right now. Her smile was wide and bright, and for a few hours she was going to try to forget about the mission that was driving her friend, and the role she had to play in it.

At least, that had been her plan. Until she saw somebody that she was no only sure would help, but probably had better skills at doing what needed to be done anyway. Lottie just hoped he would remember that she was friends with his sister and be nice. She knew the brothers that fell on the Love side better than those that fell on the War side, so she was a little bit cautious when she approached. Even with the The Hat giving her confidence.

When she drew close enough that she knew she'd be heard, she cleared her throat. Then for good measure, she said, “Excuse me? Um, Deimos?”

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daimonfear
2012-05-06 06:05 pm UTC (link)

The mint julep was about halfway gone, and while he'd found the bourbon appealing, the mint part of the julep was just a little bit much. So he'd discarded the drink and concentrated on looking around. He was still on the hats; one guy had a hat with a damn ANTIQUE CAMERA on it, and there was a woman by the railing that had PINK FLAMINGOS.

His musings on the over-the-top clothing habits of the humans was interrupted by someone actually calling his name, which he wasn't actually used to having happen in places that weren't the Mount. "Yeah, that's me?" he said, turning around to see who was talking to him. "Hey, I know you. You're one of Harmonia's friends. Philly-something." Hey, he had a hard enough time keeping up with all his siblings and half-siblings. And chances were he was related to Philotes because the Olympian tree didn't so much fork as twist back on itself. "Pilates?" Something like that.