Chapter 11
Pages 148-160
A grin crosses my face. “Thanks for the knife,” I think.
Summary:
5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Blast off!
It’s 60 seconds until the official start of the Games, which kick off with something called the “Cornucopia” (y’know, those Thanksgiving basket horn things). Except instead of like, pumpkins and turkey feathers and yams and what have you, inside this thing are all the best weapons and supplies available in the game. Thing is, the career tributes smell blood in the water and are poised to strike down anyone fool enough to go for it. Why you ask? Because they’re dicks. But also because they want all that stuff for themselves obviously. Kat thinks she’s got the speed to take them on, get her bow and arrows and gtfo with time to spare, but she glances at Peeta and he shakes his head at her. I honestly can’t figure this guy out. Is he trying to distract her, or is he genuinely looking out for her? Time will tell.
Kat forgets herself for a second, which costs her a chance at the cornucopia. She books it for the woods, but not before getting a face full of District 9 blood. Kat is no fan of stirring the paint, so she’s certainly not a fan of this guy’s gooey life fluid in her face. She snatches up the bright orange backpack they were tousling over, only to notice someone stick a knife in the guy’s back. She locks eyes with another lovely lady (this time one with knives!), and I can only imaging she’s thinking to herself “here we go again.” Knife girl wants to penetrate Kat, but Kat just isn’t ready for that level of intimacy and runs into the trees, but not before getting a knife lodged in her backpack. No means no, knife girl!
So our heroine gets away safe and sound, for now. But there’s a bigger problem looming, lack of water. Kat’s state of moistness is going to have to take a back seat until tomorrow though, because it’s getting dark and the people in charge are about to shoot the canons announcing the dead while projecting their images into the sky. Kat is relived to discover Foxface made it through the initial bloodbath, and thinks there might be some hope for their relationship yet. Peeta also made it through, surprise surprise.
Now that she knows whose dead and whose alive, Kat settles down in a tree (how appropriate!) to catch some Z’s. She’s pulled out of her slumber when she hears some ****ing idiot making a fire a little ways away. She’s pissed that her general location has been compromised by the unknown dumb ass below, but gets swift retribution as the little lady’s life is choked out of her. She’s still just hanging back in her tree when she hears the voices of the Careers Alliance below. Much to hear surprise, young master Peeta is among them.
I knew Peeta was a devious little bastard.
Thoughts:
If there’s anything I’ve learned about actual survival by watching Survivor, it’s that a tarp is vital. Kat’s got herself a 3’x3’ piece of plastic, and I’m thinking that it’s really going to come in handy. Sweet score! Honestly, if I were her, I would probably ditch the orange backpack all together. There’s a reason why hunters wear bright orange in the woods, and it’s not so they can blend in. I’d probably just jury-rig the tarp to carry all my stuff in – less convenient but much less conspicuous.
Honestly, I can’t say I’m surprised that Peeta is hanging out with the career tributes. I knew there was something oily and underhanded about him from the start. At this point, I’m just curious as to how he was able to join them. I’m also wondering if they’ve talked to him at all about Katniss, and what part she’s currently playing in their alliance. Maybe they’re actively looking for her to join them at this point. Interesting.
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