You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?
But there's food if you know how to find it. My father knew and he taught me some before he was blown to bits in a mine explosion. There was nothing even to bury. I was eleven then. Five years later, I still wake up screaming for him to run.
If I'm going to cry, now is the time. By morning, I'll be able to wash all the damage done by the tears from my face. But no tears come. I'm too tired or too numb to cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I let the train rock me into oblivion.
No more fear of hunger. A new kind of freedom. But what then ... what? What would my life be like on a daily basis? Most of it has been consumed with the acquisition of food. Take that away and I'm not really sure who I am, what my identity is. The idea scares me some.
The realization that I'd have nothing to take home had finally sunk in. My knees buckled and I slid down the tree trunk to its roots. It was too much. I was too sick and weak and tired, oh, so tired. Let them call the Peacekeepers and take us to the community home, I thought. Or better yet, let me die right here in the rain.
Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.
It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.
Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and your dead
What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button? How would I spend the hours I now commit to combing the woods for sustenance if it were so easy to come by? What do they do all day, these people in the Capitol, besides decorating their bodies and waiting around for a new shipment of tributes to rill in and die for their entertainment?
And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.
I mean I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag. But when you grit your teeth and stick it out until dawn!
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise.
Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.
You know, you're kind of squeamish for such a lethal person
Come to finish me off sweetheart?
If you appeal to the crowd, either by being humorous or brutal or eccentric, you gain favor.
No, when the time comes, I'm sure I'll kill just like everybody else. I can't go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to…to show the Capitol they don't own me.
The rules of the Hunger Games are simple. In punishment for the uprising, each of the twelve districts must provide one girl and one boy, called tributes, to participate. The twenty-four tributes will be imprisoned in a vast outdoor arena that could hold anything from a burning desert to a frozen wasteland. Over a period of several weeks, the competitors must fight to the death. The last tribute standing wins.
Here's some advice. Stay alive.
It's my new best friend, Claudius Templesmith, and as I expected it, he's inviting us to a feast.
Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.
What was that you were saying just before the food arrived? Something about me... no competition... best thing that ever happened to you...
Barbarism? That's ironic coming from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter. And what's she basing our success on? Our table manners?
I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage.
Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.
Suddenly I am furious, that with my life on the line, they don't even have the decency to pay attention to me. That I'm being upstaged by a dead pig.
You should wear flames more often. They suit you.
Destroying things is much easier than making them.
If you won't talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.
No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.
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