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shows us a simple, excellent trap that will leave a human
this one skill for an hour until both of us have mastered it.
Then we move on to camouflage3. Peeta genuinely seems to
berry juices around on his pale skin, weaving disguises from
vines and leaves. The trainer who runs the camouflage station
is full of enthusiasm at his work.
“I do the cakes,” he admits to me.
“The cakes?” I ask. I’ve been preoccupied5 with watching the
boy from District 2 send a spear through a dummy’s heart
from fifteen yards. “What cakes?”
“At home. The iced ones, for the bakery,” he says.
He means the ones they display in the windows. Fancy
cakes with flowers and pretty things painted in frosting.
They’re for birthdays and New Year’s Day. When we’re in the
we’d never be able to afford one. There’s little enough beauty
in District 12, though, so I can hardly deny her this. I look more
critically at the design on Peeta’s arm. The alternating pattern of
light and dark suggests sunlight falling through the leaves in the
woods. I wonder how he knows this, since I doubt he’s ever been
beyond the fence. Has he been able to pick this up from just that
scraggly old apple tree in his backyard? Somehow the whole thing
— his skill, those inaccessible7 cakes, the praise of the camouflage
expert — annoys me.
“It’s lovely. If only you could frost someone to death,” I say.
“Don’t be so superior. You can never tell what you’ll find in
“Say we move on,” I break in.
So the next three days pass with Peeta and I going quietly
from station to station. We do pick up some valuable skills,
from starting fires, to knife throwing, to making shelter.
though, wanting to save those for our private sessions.
The Gamemakers appeared early on the first day. Twenty
or so men and women dressed in deep purple robes. They sit
in the elevated stands that surround the gymnasium, some
times eating at the endless banquet that has been set for them,
ignoring the lot of us. But they do seem to be keeping their eye
on the District 12 tributes. Several times I’ve looked up to find
one fixated on me. They consult with the trainers during our
meals as well. We see them all gathered together when we
come back.
Breakfast and dinner are served on our floor, but at lunch
the twenty-four of us eat in a dining room off the gymnasium.
Food is arranged on carts around the room and you serve
yourself. The Career Tributes tend to gather rowdily around
one table, as if to prove their superiority, that they have no
fear of one another and consider the rest of us beneath notice.
Most of the other tributes sit alone, like lost sheep. No one
says a word to us. Peeta and I eat together, and since Haymitch
keeps dogging us about it, try to keep up a friendly conversation
during the meals.
It’s not easy to find a topic. Talking of home is painful. Talking
of the present unbearable13. One day, Peeta empties our
breadbasket and points out how they have been careful to
include types from the districts along with the refined bread of
from District 4. The crescent moon roll dotted with seeds from
District 11. Somehow, although it’s made from the same stuff,
it looks a lot more appetizing than the ugly drop biscuits that
are the standard fare at home.
back in the basket.
“You certainly know a lot,” I say.
“Only about bread,” he says. “Okay, now laugh as if I’ve said
something funny.”
We both give a somewhat convincing laugh and ignore the
stares from around the room. “All right, I’ll keep smiling
pleasantly and you talk,” says Peeta. It’s wearing us both out,
Haymitch’s direction to be friendly. Because ever since I
slammed my door, there’s been a chill in the air between us.
But we have our orders.“Did I ever tell you about the time I
was chased by a bear?” I ask.
“No, but it sounds fascinating,” says Peeta. I try and animate
my face as I recall the event, a true story, in which I’d foolishly
challenged a black bear over the rights to a beehive. Peeta
laughs and asks questions right on cue(果然不出所料). He’s
much better at this than I am.
On the second day, while we’re taking a shot at spear throwing,
he whispers to me. “I think we have a shadow.” I throw my
spear, which I’m not too bad at actually, if I don’t have to throw
watching us. She’s the twelve-year-old, the one who reminded me
with her arms slightly extended to her sides, as if ready to take wing
at the slightest sound.
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1 snares | |
n.陷阱( snare的名词复数 );圈套;诱人遭受失败(丢脸、损失等)的东西;诱惑物v.用罗网捕捉,诱陷,陷害( snare的第三人称单数 ) | |
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悬吊着( dangle的现在分词 ); 摆动不定; 用某事物诱惑…; 吊胃口 | |
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3 camouflage | |
n./v.掩饰,伪装 | |
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4 swirling | |
v.旋转,打旋( swirl的现在分词 ) | |
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adj.全神贯注的,入神的;被抢先占有的;心事重重的v.占据(某人)思想,使对…全神贯注,使专心于( preoccupy的过去式) | |
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adj.拘泥形式的,一本正经的;n.循规蹈矩,整洁;adv.循规蹈矩地,整洁地 | |
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7 inaccessible | |
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n.竞技场,运动场所;竞争场所,舞台 | |
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n.食品,食物;adj.可食用的 | |
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11 steer | |
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n.简短的笔记,略记v.匆忙记下( jot的现在分词 );草草记下,匆匆记下 | |
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adj.不能容忍的;忍受不住的 | |
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n.捞球v.抢先报道( scoop的现在分词 );(敏捷地)抱起;抢先获得;用铲[勺]等挖(洞等) | |
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