Art of the Trade

Silas Frederiksson. 35. Allston. Chicago born and raised. Boston Transplant. Artist. Escort

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mrfrakenanny:

Mason had quit his job a few weeks ago and had yet to find another, having gotten bored of his freedom by the end of day three, he had been keeping his days busy as possible the last weeks to stop himself getting bored again, and to stop him from missing the young boy he had walked out on. Mason was a nanny and had been doing it for a few years now and hoped he’d find more work soon.  Having spent a few hours by the pool Mason headed back to his bag, he dried himself off then put on a shirt and  tossed his bag over his shoulder before starting to head out, as he did a child’s toy fell out of the bag, he often used to take the young boy he use to look after swimming and always had toys in his bag, he’d just forgotten to take one out.  Hearing a man speak to him he turned around.  “Thank you.” He replied as he took the toy from the man.

There was nothing worse than losing a child’s favorite toy. While Silas had no children of his own, and didn’t plan on having any in the future, he had been present for enough of his nieces and nephews’ meltdowns to know that a lost toy could cause as much damage as a nuclear warhead. “It’s no problem, man,” he answered, nodding his head to reassure the man that all was well. “I just hope your kid doesn’t miss his toy too much.” 

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8. How does your character feel about religion?

Silas is not religious, but still respects others’ beliefs. 

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4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

As the eldest son, Silas’ parents were more strict on him than they were on his younger brothers. However, his parents were never ones to use corporal punishment in order to discipline their children. 

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10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

Silas is more street-smart than book smart. He wouldn’t survive in his career for as long he has if he didn’t have those smarts. 

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Character solidifying!

Specify a character and leave a number in my ask, if you’re feeling so kind!

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

7. What was the economic status of their family?

8. How does your character feel about religion?

9. What about political beliefs?

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

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After months of being cooped up in the gym thanks to Boston’s brutal winter and Boston’s finicky spring, Silas was excited to be able to finally take a swim. For $20, Silas could enjoy the BCYF Mirabella pool for the summer season and escape from the hot summer day with a quick dip whenever he wanted. It seemed that other residents of Boston had thought of the same thing, resulting in a fairly busy crowd on this particular day at the pool. After swimming a few laps, the man was climbing out of the pool, only to see someone in front of him drop something out of their bag. “Hey!,” the man called out, waving to try to get their attention once he was out of the pool. “I think you dropped something there.”

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ncabrams:

Noah took small bottle opener, along with all the keys it was attached to. “You’re a life saver.” He said, grateful that someone had a bottle opener on them. He had one on his keys, he just didn’t have his keys on him. Once the beer was opened he handed the man his keys back. “Cheers to you.” He tipped the bottle toward him, then took a drink.

“No problem, man,” Silas nodded, slipping his keys into his jeans once they were back in his hands. He didn’t know the younger man in front of him, but he really didn’t have to. That was the point of parties, wasn’t it? “Cheers to you too,” he repeated, following the motions of the stranger in front of him. “So do you know the person that lives here?,” Silas couldn’t help but ask, still looking around from where he stood. “I haven’t had the chance to meet them yet.” 

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SILAS FREDERICKSSON looks a lot like JOEL KINNAMAN. HE is a 35 year old ARTIST/ESCORT who has resided in ALLSTON since JULY 2008. They’re ARTICULATE, CREATIVE, and FOCUSED but can also be ORDERLY, SECRETIVE and IMPERSONAL.

HEADCANONS:

Silas has been a male escort for ten years and the secret of his success is his discretion. He has had many high profile clients during his tenure, clients whose lives could be ruined by the revelation that they hired someone like him to satisfy their needs and that would be ruinous for the both of them. This is why he’s not present on any social media besides a snapchat account that his clients pay to receive access to.

Silas does not want to have any children. He has plenty of respect for parents and he adores his nieces and nephews, but he doesn’t have any desire to become a parent. This feeling was present before he started his current profession, but has only been reaffirmed as time has passed.

Despite the fact that he has earned enough money to move to anywhere in the world, Silas chooses to keep his home base in the city of Boston and more specifically, the neighborhood of Allston. Boston has a different energy from his hometown of Chicago and New York City, where he spent his college years and he sees no reason in making a change when he is perfectly fine where he is. Allston is also a great place to see more of the new artists who are emerging in the art world, so he has no plans on moving any time soon. He is, however, in the market to find new homes to own that he can rent out for additional income, looking in the Downtown and North End neighborhoods.

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ncabrams:

Noah had only been in the city a few hours and found himself at Issa’s apartment but couldn’t find Issa. He didn’t recognize anyone, but that didn’t bother him. A party was a party, it was like he was in his natural habitat. Wandering through the apartment he made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. There didn’t seem to be a bottle opener nearby, not a magnet one on the fridge or one just laying on the counter. “Hey anyone have a bottle opener, or know where one is?” He asked to no one in particular, just to those who were around him.

A neighbor of his was throwing a party and well, Silas had some free time to spare for the event, despite barely knowing the neighbor herself. Which was how he ended up in the kitchen, watching as a man struggled to find a bottle opener. “I got one on me,” Silas finally spoke up, reaching for his keys and offering the man the small bottle opener attached to them. Hey, he never knew what he was going to need them for. “It worked for me, so it should work for you.” 

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fcyebrown:

“All the shine of a thousand spotlights

all the stars we steal from the night sky

will never be enough

never be enough.”

Faye crooned as they slid across the kitchen tile, the sound of their voice and the smell of their soup wafting out the kitchen window and onto the street from their ground floor apartment. To be honest, that was the biggest reason why Faye had chosen this particular apartment; they had always loved being the center of attention and entertaining since they were a child, and this was as good a way as any to indulge that impulse.

Even though the song itself was meant to be melancholy, Faye sang it as if they were a singer in a smoky lounge, the kind that could be found in old film noirs. If they closed their eyes, they could almost imagine that was the case. They were so caught up in their little fantasy that they didn’t even notice their audience.

The trouble with being a landlord was that sometimes, you caught your tenant in an awkward situation. Normally, Silas only rented out his apartments for short term vacation rentals, using another company to manage the whole thing, but with his new apartment, Silas wanted to try out a long term lease and see if this was easier than short term was. He hadn’t had a chance to meet his new tenant, which is how he ended up outside the door, knocking on it once before pushed forward. Maybe they didn’t close it all the way. “Hello?,” Silas called out, not wanting to step into the apartment. “Is anyone here?” The singing was a clue that there was someone present.. or at least, near by. “It’s me.. the landlord.” 

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aria-meza:

“Why thank you.” Aria smiled when the man said she was good at what she did. That was generally how she wrangled in so much money for herself. Sometimes, even she was surprised with how much she could make in one night, but hey, sex sells. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” That was the stereotype, wasn’t it? A guy and a girl meeting a bar and the guy being the one to buy her a drink. “Not that I’m complaining or anything. I saw how much you made just now, so I know that you aren’t hurting for cash at the moment.” Raising both hands as a surrender, Silas chuckled as he flagged down the bartender. “Jack and coke on the rocks. She’s treating,” Silas motioning his head over at the petite brunette. 

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aria-meza:

It was one of Aria’s nights to work at The Glass Slipper, and she was so excited to be back on the main stage. She made her way out to the stage, loving the cheers she was hearing from the crowd. After she finished her performance, she headed to the bar, ordering her usual. She turned to the person next to her, a smile on her face. “Enjoy the show?”

A strip club wasn’t one of Silas’ usual haunts, but hell, even he deserved a bit of a break from time to time. It was interesting to see the other (more legal) side of the sex industry that he was a part of, even if no one knew what his main career really was. One performance ended and another one began as Silas leaned against the bar, watching from there rather than being pressed up against the stage. It was a woman’s voice that pulled him from the show and another moment after for him to realize that he had just been watching her work. “I did,” the man answered, nodding his head as he turned away from the current spectacle and toward the bar. “You’re good at what you do.” 

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takahashi-nino:

“It’s so exciting to see so many familiar foods at the grocery store!” Nino exclaimed as she filled up her cart, her pet monkey Momo comfortably sitting in the baby seat wearing a service animal vest and a leash as she ate a banana. 

Silas should have been used to seeing some strange things, but there seemed to be a surprise every day. Today’s surprise came in the form of a woman in the grocery store with what looked like to be a monkey in a service animal vest. That didn’t happen every day. “I’m sorry, but I just want to make sure my eyes are working. Is that a monkey?,” Silas couldn’t help but ask the woman who seemed so enthralled by the different items on the shelf. 

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creynoldsmd:

Bars weren’t really Cecelia’s scene. She was typically far too busy juggling her full time job and taking care of her child, so any free time she had was spent either catching up on sleep or just taking it easy at home. However, since she had the next couple days off, some friends from the hospital managed to drag her out. Cecelia was hesitant at first, but decided a night out would do her some good. She would go, have a few drinks, and then go home for the evening. Nothing crazy. 

The last time Cecelia went out was before her daughter was born, so she felt rather out of place as she looked around the bar, trying to take it all in. She dressed simply in a pair of ripped skinny jeans and off the shoulder black top. Nothing fancy. She preferred to be comfortable, and besides, she was leaving soon anyways. As she stood talking to one of her co-workers, an intoxicated man bumped into her, causing a bit of her drink to spill on someone nearby. “I’m so sorry! Are you alright? I hope I didn’t make too much of a mess!” The small blonde said apologetically. “Can I get you some napkins, or perhaps buy you a drink as a token of my apology?”

Bars weren’t really Silas’ scene. He had found himself feeling like he was too old for a bar crawl like he would have done in his younger days. He would have rather been at home in his art studio, working on his newest piece of the Boston skyline for  Bars, despite his feelings about them, were tools of the trade, an easy spot to meet whatever potential client that was interested in him and the services that he provided. Bars were crowded, loud, and somehow still inconspicuous. After all, it was commonplace to meet someone at a bar and take him home. No one had to know about the amount of money that was paid once the deal was done. 

His date for the night hadn’t yet arrived, leaving Silas some time to stand at one of the tables, nursing his Jack and coke, only to feel the remnants of someone’s else drink land on him. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing some errant napkins to try to pat himself dry. They weren’t going to be enough, so he nodded at the offer for the stranger who spilled the drink to get him so more. “Yeah, I need a couple more napkins to clean this all up.” 

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noraplatt:

“That’s definitely not offensive to me,” she chuckled. “If anything, that’s more of a compliment.” Not for Mae, of course, but stating facts wasn’t necessarily rude in Nora’s opinion. Her sister would even croon purposefully worse than normal when she was sober, so she doubted a stranger’s unheard opinion would hit her too hard. Slowly shaking her head, Nora’s eyes continued to track her sister as she gave a dramatic bow and cheered for herself. “No, I think she’ll be fine.” She shrugged. “As long as she doesn’t head for the exit, then I don’t think she can cause too much trouble in here. She might try to crash someone else’s performance, and if that happens, then I’ll activate my drunk-babysitter skills.”

Nodding his head, the man realized how rude he had been to the woman he was enjoying a conversation with. “I’m Silas, by the way,” he finally introduced himself, offering his hand for a quick shake to the blonde. “I normally don’t spend my time standing around and judging drunken singing contestants at bars,  I swear.”