ooc - @Faith: Nope, the child - the boy - is an airbender. His name is Tenzin and he teaches Korra airbending. Since she's the new Avatar.
@Mercy: No worries. I'll keep you there unless anyone else thinks it may be unfair to be the only airbender. But no worries
bic - I walk along the busy streets, noticing water tribe peoples and fire nation peoples, along with the earth kingdom peoples. A very populous city. There were four lines which stretched down along the street in front of a building. It was large on on the outer parts of the Upper Ring in the city. Each line was labeled.
EARTHBENDERS
FIREBENDERS
WATERBENDERS
OTHER
With a sign on top of the building which read
The Nations Tournament. "Long line," I sigh to myself as I walk back down to the end. "Kuruk! Kuruk!" my name is called. I stopped and look around. A little behind me was Mrs. Sung standing with her 17 year old son, Kenji. I walk back a little, smile, and bow to the two. "Afternoon Mrs. Sung. Kenji."
"Afternoon," they reply politely. "Are you in the tournament Kuruk?" Mrs. Sung asks. "Ah... yea," I smile, trying to be polite. "Are.... are you in the....?" I asked confused. She was a bit old.
"Oh no!" she laughs. "Now, Kenji is, not myself. I'm just here to support him. You know how I love my son!" she smiles motherly as she hugs Kenji. He groans and tries to push her away. "Mum!" he groans embarrassed. I chuckle, throwing a hand behind my head. It was true, Mrs. Sung clings to her son. To be honest, I'm surprised she let him register in the tournament. After since she lost her husband to sea, it was always about Kenji. Mrs. Sung use to come over constantly with Kenji.... I just wasn't home most of the time, so I didn't know them too well.
"Stay in line with us Kuruk. We're almost to the front!" she smiles. I bow thanking them. I join into the small talk as we slowly move to the front of the line. It was a bit awkward yes, but it was the least I could do seeing as how she let me in the line. "Next!" the lady at the booth yells to the line. "That's you Kuruk. We'll see you around. Good luck."
"And yourself," I nod politely before walking to the sign in booth. "Name?" the lady asks. "Kuruk Feng," I tell her as I place my bag down. She writes something down before handing me a piece of paper. "Your in house two of fifty. Your first match is tomorrow night. The rest of your schedule you'll receive as you move along. Next!" she yells as I grab my bag and walk out of the line and towards my house.