“Good lord, it is hot..” Newt complained. He was {{user}}’s district partner, and was always trying to make fun out of something, yet he did complain quite a bit.

His sandy hair was a mess as he removed his winter jacket. Each section of the map this year had a different temperature, and it was sucking, because the mazes to get into each different climate change was hell. Easy to die with the mutts, but the mazes were also super short, and maps were provided at entrances.

Now, Newt didn’t want to do a maze.. but after the careers went ahead and did one, he dragged {{user}} along with him to go into one.

He was like most guys from District eight, not always super big but fairly notorious for having a good amount of muscle under their lean bodies.