{Sorry guys! That last chapter was really chapter three LOL.
Anyways, here's chapter two...}
2
Elsa and Landon sat down infront of District 8's only surviving victors- Catheera, or Cath, of the eighty- eighth Hunger Games and Ronal of the sixty- third.
"So..." Cath examined, "Elsa and Landon, is it?"
Elsa nodded, "I was wondering if-"
"If what?" Cath said, suddenly, "if you can NOT kill in the arena? Well..."
She leaned back on her seat, "that's not possible..."
Elsa shook her head, "no, that's not... never mind."
Cath lifted an eyebrow, "well, whatever. My advice to you guys is to enjoy what you have right now. No, no wait. DON't enjoy. The Hunger Games start from the moment your names are reaped or the moment you volunteer. You two have to start getting fit physically, mentally, and spiritually. Well, if you guys have a religion. Not that I'm saying it's bad. But whatever your religion is, make sure you've earned your God's favour."
Ronal laid back on his seat like, 'chillax maan...' He reminded Elsa of hippies.
"Don't get too friendly with each other and the other tributes." Ronal tipped, "my advice is that you two go plastic on them."
Elsa nodded, but Landon looked over at Elsa, like he was expecting her to do something.
Elsa felt uncomfortable and shifted in her seat.
"So!" Cath began, trying to sound enthusiastic, "we'll arrive at the Capitol by tonight. Tomorrow night is the parade, and the four following days are for your training. After those days comes the interview with Julius Flickerman, then the day after that is the Games itself."
'Great.' Elsa thought, 'six or seven days left to live.'
'No! Elsa!' she scolded herself, 'you have to win! For Anna...'
"So," Landon began, "what'll we do 'til then?"
"Well," Ronal began, "I suggest you guys kick back and relax. Oh, and don't get too attached to each other."
Ronal got up and pulled out a cigarette. With one flick, he lit it and puffed a smoke.
"Morphling?" he said, offering Elsa his cigarette.
Elsa shook her head.
"Hmm?" he said, offering to Landon.
Landon declined it as well, "no thanks."
Ronal huffed and continued his smoke. Elsa and Landon covered their faces from the fumes.
"You guys seriously won't let me smoke alone, now would ya?"
Cath pulled out a bottle, "course not. You need drinks with that?"
Ronal smiled and handed her the cigarette. She puffed some and Ronal opened the bottle.
"Dears?" Flaria entered the car, "I'm just... ohh!"
She waved a hand infront of her face as the smoke curled around them.
"Please," Flaria demanded, "if you'll smoke OR drink, be courteous and do it in the bar car!"
Cath exhaled some fumes and sighed, "fine."
Ronal and Cath exited the car. Flaria gasped and waved her hand infront of her face, "rudeness."
Elsa removed her hand from her mouth and breathed. The fumes were still there, but the air was slightly breathable again.
"Oh my..." Flaria fake smiled and sat infront of the two, "so, our tributes. Well, this is fantastic! We're going to have so much fun!"
Elsa and Landon stayed quiet.
'No, this is not fun at all.' Elsa thought.
"So," Flaria said, "let's enjoy here and we'll arrive at the Capitol in a few hours, hmm?"
Elsa stared at the food. Though she was the daughter of District 8's mayor, she'd never been able to eat anything like the food before her. Landon, on the other hand, hadn't eaten anything. He comes from the poorest sector of the district.
"Well, go on!" Flaria wiggled her fingers at them, then she gestured to the food, "don't be shy! Tuck in!"
Elsa and Landon looked awkwardly at each other. He was only thirteen. Elsa was almost eighteen.
Elsa nodded towards the food. Landon took the hint and carefully poked at the chicken like it was as fake as Flaria's smile. Landon eventually ate the chicken leg clean, of course, leaving the bone.
"Not bad." Landon told her.
Elsa picked up the cutlery before her, not wanting to soil her gloves. She took a pastry and tucked into it.
"Mmm..." Elsa muttered, impressed by the exotic flavour.
"Well," Flaria stood up, "I'm going to make sure your mentors stay sober long enough to give both you advice, hmm?"
She sashayed to the bar car.
