Silas Carnegie ♧ District Seven {wip}

NAME: Silas Rowan Carnegie

AGE: Seventeen

GENDER: Male

DISTRICT/AREA: Seven

Silas peeled off his ragged leather gloves to wipe away the glistening beads of sweat that trickled down his angular face. His unshaven stubble bristled against his large, calloused hands. The dark-haired boy uttered a disgruntled sigh as he pulled his grimy, hand-me-down shirt over his head, exposing his bare chest. Wiry hair resembling the gray-green moss that clung to the trees in District 7 sprawled down his torso in a T-shaped trail. He stretched out his arms in an exaggerated yawn, proudly flexing the muscles rippling beneath his tanned skin. Leaning against the horse-drawn lumber cart, Silas nonchalantly bent his arms over the crown of his head. His nose wrinkled as the odor of his own perspiration swept over him, and a hearty chuckle escaped his lips. The other lumberjacks, most of them being stolid middle-aged men, were too focused on their work to care about the foolish antics of the adolescent boy. 

Birds could make a nest out of his shock of thick brown hair peppered with sawdust and dandruff. Sweeping the stiff curls to the left, Silas raised his arm to shield his narrow, caramel-colored eyes from the auburn evening rays. His thin, raspberry lips parted to reveal a lopsided, crooked-teeth grin as he realized his shift was almost over. Just one more load. Refraining from pulling the gloves back over his rough hands, he gripped the coarse bark of the tree and lugged the log over his broad shoulder. He maneuvered the timber to fall off his shoulder and onto the cart with a thunderous boom—clap—thud! The lumberjack let out an exasperated sigh. His whole body ached with agonizing soreness, but he didn’t let on that the discomfort fazed him much. I’m a fighter, I ain’t gonna’ let no amount of pain put me down.  

A hulking seventeen year-old boy with a slight hunchback and a bit of a speech impediment came up behind Silas and seized his shoulders. Silas knew who it was immediately by the strength of the grip, and the massive hands slipped off as Silas whipped around to face his companion. The giant asked with a cheery beam, “'Ey Silas! What’re ya gonna’ do after work? Wanna’ to come to my house an’ eat? Ma went an’ killed a deer that was hangin’ out by our house this mornin’ an’ was cookin’ up some sausage last I checked.” Silas smirked in response to mask the fact that as much as he wanted to go and have a good meal for once, he couldn't. “Sorry bud, but I just can’t. I've got stuff to do tonight.” That was no lie. Silas looked his friend straight in the eyes and shrugged, “Means more meat for you and your pa, eh?” 

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LYRICS: Avocado, Baby by Los Campesinos!
CODEWORD: odair

FACECLAIM: Antonio Navas