Was hunger games day on a Tuesday? I feel like hunger games day was on a Tuesday. I don't remember. It doesn't matter. Next Chapter. Oh. And there were some very minor things added to the end of chapter 1 yesterday. They were supposed to be there the first time but somewhere between Microsoft Word and here it got lost. Just thought I'd mention it.. Now No more talking.

Chapter 2

The boy was far more interested in the interior of the boat than Korra was. Decorated chairs and patterned tablecloths were in every room of the Sato mansion. Korra even looked much more like she belonged in the higher class environment with the dress she was wearing. Asami had insisted she dress like a proper woman at least at the reapings. She didn't want her girlfriend looking like a cavewoman in front of all the Capitol's cameras.

A dinner was served and Korra was more than happy to gorge herself on everything they brought. They had prepared everything from stews to cakes and chocolates. The boy had filled his own plate with a pile of every distinguishable candy and pastry there. He filled what room was left on his plate with buttered breads.

On the other side of the table Kozan watched with almost humor on his young face. The district four escort was a proud and handsome young man with just the faintest bit of facial hair along his jawline. Korra had always hated the look. A man's face should be bare or have a proper beard. She hated more that he insisted on wearing suits that combined both the red colors of the Capitol and the blue and silver of district four.

On either side of him two other men filled themselves in silence. Korra did not ask their names only because she knew them well. The first was Koyak, a behemoth of a man with a single long braid that ended at his hips. He insisted on never cutting the braid when he was entered in his own games though it had nearly been his downfall. Now he wore it as a reminder and a trademark. The second, Ilaq, was much smaller and more delicate with his food. He was a close friend of her father's and won the Hunger Games the year before Tonraq did. The two were chosen from the pool of tributes of district four to become their mentors. It was considered unfair to have all of the previous winners become mentors considering smaller districts usually only had one and District four had over a dozen.

A small television set displayed the other districts and their tributes. Korra watched each one trying to have the same mindset of her father. Korra had always looked at it as little more than a childish game. She and Asami had spent a few times laughing at a tribute's outfit or that they pronounced a word wrong. Tonraq had looked at it more analytically, like a pai sho board as he assembled each of his pieces.

District one and two presented their carriers like they always did. The Fire Nation based district one had a habit of sending two carriers every year. They considered their chances to be higher. The capitol always welcomed it because it often led to the two carriers being the final two contestants. Something about watching two people who know each other very well fight to the death always sparked interest in the games.

The young boy and girl from district seven worried Korra a little. The lumber district always gave tributes with powerful shoulders and experience with an ax. This year proved to be no different. The girl from districts nine and eleven seemed to not even be a threat at all and Korra dismissed them completely.

The Capital announcers brought the program to a recap at the very end, showcasing their favorite bits. Korra was glad to be able to see district five since the reaping had happened while she was saying her goodbyes to her family.

When their escort called the name of their tribute he was met with fire. Peacekeepers began to bring a heavyset boy from the crowd and the firebender turned on them. The bender was fast and fire seemed to flow effortlessly from him. The announcers had a bit of a laugh as the boy was restrained. Only then did he seem to remember that he could volunteer. He did. Several times. Shouting as though the people wouldn't hear him. The peacekeepers didn't even try to hold him as he made his way onto the stage, panting the words even after. He was a strange boy, more handsome than Kozan for sure with deep amber eyes. They called the tribute Mako

Korra switched off the television when they were done. She was a bit upset that the Capitol didn't spend more time focusing on her. They chatted a little bit on the necklace she was wearing, but there was little more than that for them to look at. That boy had robbed her of her screen time, and maybe even a few sponsors in the process.

Korra realized a question had been asked by the mentors while she had been watching the television. She liked that they didn't press for her attention. They only watched until she realized they were still in the room with her.

"I said, "Ilaq repeated, "We can train the both of you together or separate."

"I was thinking we could work together." The boy suggested,

"Separate." Korra voted with a raised fork speared through a lychee nut. She would make it a point to not do so much as ask this boy's name. She wanted no tie to him. Not even the smallest kind.

The mentors exchange glances and nod. Kozan takes hold of the conversation. "I'm sure the both of you are wondering what happens next?"

"At the capitol we'll clean up for the parade. Then they start us on training for a few days, let the sponsors get a good look at us. Give us a little interview time. When the bets are in the games start." Kozan looked at her with an irritated look in his eyes. "Is that not right?"

"Well, yes." He sighed, "Your father was a tribute once wasn't he? I should have expected as much."

"Korra, it looks like you're about done with your dinner." Ilaq told her. Korra looked down at her plate. Half a quail pheasant still remained smothered in gravy. "I think it's time you head to your quarters.

"I'm not leaving. You guys are supposed to help me."

"I don't think you need to bother with this lecture since you already know so much." He waved her away like a child who had walked into a grown up conversation. When it was clear they weren't going to say anything more with her there she stormed out in a huff. She didn't even take her quail pheasant with her as she made her way into her room.

Aaaaaand we have a picture. Credit goes to Baelor and their tumblr page