HCL London

MAY PLAY SLOW FIRST TIME 
Ref animated by me, used as a base for this
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HCL LONDON
Placement: 26nd

word count: 522
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Recovered form his Tokyo jetlag, that had Steven floored for several days. He was happy that HCL London was closer to home. It just took an hour flight and some tax free Mojito's to get him into London. He decided to not join the team this HCL edition so he could just fly, sleep, jump, sleep and fly back. HCL Tokyo was quite the experience for him and it left him rather burned out. By entering as individual, he didn't have to attend to all the social formalities that came with being part of a team.

Arrived at the hotel he, to his own surprise, quite enjoyed being pampered with the room service, kitschy old English interiors and to top it all of, a good old British antique show on the telly. He fell asleep at 10 pm listening to an old lady rambling on about her antique, marble underwear mannequin complete with faux decorated bulge.
A nice snooze and a good English breakfast at the hotel later he arrived at the venue. Wet and no one to complain to about the weather he already regretted his decision of going individual. He made his way over to the stables and saw Siren playing "catch the halter" with a mare in the stall next to him.
"Well atleast you have a good time"
He said still, thinking of the decorated ceramic bulge from last nights antique show. Wondering why on earth such a thing would exist. 

At the warmup it was already bustling. To his relief he saw some familiar faces. Ofcourse Dick was there and they greeted each other with terrible English accents and a courtesy bow.
"Turds"
- "Retardi"
"Thy bum looks rightfully soaked good sir"
- "Halt your nincompoopery! Me and my soaked bum have a concours to be victorious over!"
And so Dick cantered away to his first warmup jumps and Steven soon followed his lead.
The rain wasn't as much of a problem as it was with some of the other riders. Being from Holland, the pair has done their fair share of hacking or schooling out while a sudden downpour came by. Steven was just happy he hasn't forgotten to put on his white boxers. 
Again, wondering about the ceramic bulge. Why would an old english lady need a boxer mannequin anyway? She doesn't have boxers hasn't she? Maybe she does. Or maybe it was standing on the fireplace next to family portraits. As if he was not cold enough, that image made him shudder. 
His boxers would never feel the polished smoothness of a ceramic decorated bulge sadly. In this case, it was soggy and damp. Poor boxers... 

The all weather surface held up fantastic in the rain, hardly any puddles and no bad slips yet. 
Not like his boxer. It was soaked, probably holding some puddle of either nervous piddle or rain water, and was slipping all over the place. 
Waiting for his turn to shine at the gate he gave his rain jacket to the grooms and felt his expensive orange jacket soak up the rain.
Wet and cold they trotted up and greeted the judges ..