In District 12, there’s a place called the Hob which is an old warehouse that serves as a black market. Since hunting is illegal in Panem with stiff penalties, Katniss often sells her game there. Yet, since District 12 is the poorest in Panem with most people struggling to get by or desperately starving, the Peacekeepers are relatively lenient than elsewhere as well as turn a blind eye on poaching and black market trading. Possibly because practically everyone in town does some sort of business at the Hob, including the Peacekeepers. Such arrangement helps Katniss tremendously, since the Peacekeepers are mostly corrupt with their head Cray usually requesting certain favors of a sexual nature. Let’s just say if Katniss didn’t learn to hunt, she would’ve lost her virginity much sooner. Items sold there are poached game, alcohol, and other banned items. Plus, it’s open at times other places won’t be like on Reaping Day or late ate night. Of course, the Capitol can always get new Peacekeepers to torch the place.
For a good song on the Hob, I went with “The Temple” from Jesus Christ Superstar. The original version of this song depicts Jesus chasing out the money lenders and vendors as well as overturning tables in the Temple of Jerusalem. Because you know, these guys turned a house of prayer into a den of thieves which makes Jesus super pissed. In the Hunger Games version, I have it set in Catching Fire in which Gale Hawthorne goes to the Head Peacekeeper’s cabin with a turkey. Unfortunately for him, he finds out the corrupt lecher Cray has been replaced by the hardliner Thread who soon has the Hob torched as well as Gale tied mercilessly whipped on a post that he has to be rescued and treated. I also have the people of District 12 turn to Katniss for help, in which she wants none of that.
Roll on up District 12
Come on in District 12
Sunday hang out at the Hob
Live in me District 12
Here you live District 12
Here you breathe District 12
While our dear Hob still survives
You at least are still alive
I got things you won’t believe
Name your pleasure I will sell
I can fix your wildest needs
I got heaven and I got hell
Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine
What you see is what you get
No one’s been disappointed yet
Don’t be scared give me a try
There is nothing you can’t buy
Name your price, I got everything
Hurry it’s going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms
Hurry now while stocks still last
Hello, I’m your new chief Romulus Thread
And you’ve made this place a den of thieves
Get out! Get out!
These crooks are almost through
Little left to do
Now let’s go and burn this shithole
Whip the guy trying to sell turkey
What the fuck have they done to Cray?
How the hell could the torch the Hob?
There’s not much dough in mining coal
Now I think I might have to rob
Can’t they leave us in District 12
Why the hell is the Hob aflame?
Now everything has gone to hell
See my purse I’m a poor poor man
Can you help us and save us Kat
Can’t you tell them where it’s at
Please help us and clear us Kat
Won’t you kiss won’t you pay me Kat
There’s too many of you – don’t push me
There’s too little of me – don’t crowd me