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The
exceptions
are
the
kids
from
the
wealthier
districts
,
the
volunteers
,
the
ones
who
have
been
fed
and
trained
throughout
their
lives
for
this
moment
.
The
tributes
from
1
,
2
,
and
4
traditionally
have
this
look
about
them
.
It
's
technically
against
the
rules
to
train
tributes
before
they
reach
the
Capitol
but
it
happens
every
year
.
In
District
12
,
we
call
them
the
Career
Tributes
,
or
just
the
Careers
.
And
like
as
not
,
the
winner
will
be
one
of
them
.
The
slight
advantage
I
held
coming
into
the
Training
Center
,
my
fiery
entrance
last
night
,
seems
to
vanish
in
the
presence
of
my
competition
.
The
other
tributes
were
jealous
of
us
,
but
not
because
we
were
amazing
,
because
our
stylists
were
.
Now
I
see
nothing
but
contempt
in
the
glances
of
the
Career
Tributes
.
Each
must
have
fifty
to
a
hundred
pounds
on
me
.
They
project
arrogance
and
brutality
.
When
Atala
releases
us
,
they
head
straight
for
the
deadliest-looking
weapons
in
the
gym
and
handle
them
with
ease
.
I
'm
thinking
that
it
's
lucky
I
'm
a
fast
runner
when
Peeta
nudges
my
arm
and
I
jump
.
He
is
still
beside
me
,
per
Haymitch
's
instructions
.
His
expression
is
sober
.
"
Where
would
you
like
to
start
?
"
I
look
around
at
the
Career
Tributes
who
are
showing
off
,
clearly
trying
to
intimidate
the
field
.
Then
at
the
others
,
the
underfed
,
the
incompetent
,
shakily
having
their
first
lessons
with
a
knife
or
an
ax
.
"
Suppose
we
tie
some
knots
,
"
I
say
.
"
Right
you
are
,
"
says
Peeta
.
We
cross
to
an
empty
station
where
the
trainer
seems
pleased
to
have
students
.
You
get
the
feeling
that
the
knot-tying
class
is
not
the
Hunger
games
hot
spot
.
When
he
realizes
I
know
something
about
snares
,
he
shows
us
a
simple
,
excellent
trap
that
will
leave
a
human
competitor
dangling
by
a
leg
from
a
tree
.
We
concentrate
on
this
one
skill
for
an
hour
until
both
of
us
have
mastered
it
.
Then
we
move
on
to
camouflage
.
Peeta
genuinely
seems
to
enjoy
this
station
,
swirling
a
combination
of
mud
and
clay
and
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
preoccupied
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
square
,
Prim
always
drags
me
over
to
admire
them
,
although
we
'd
never
be
able
to
afford
one
.
There
's
little
enough
beauty
in
District
12
,
though
,
so
I
can
hardly
deny
her
this
.
