maya okada

31 | Scientific Illustrator | Libra | Moorbrooke

[mayashq]

MAYA OKADA ( SHE/HER ) is a CISFEMALE, THIRTY-ONE year old FREELANCE ARTIST who has been living in Moorbrooke for ONE MONTH. They were born on SEPTEMBER TWENTY-SEVEN and right now, they are currently residing in MAPLE COURT. It has been said that they look suspiciously like TAO OKAMOTO and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose COMME DES GARÇONS by RINA SAWAYAMA.

name: maya okada nicknames: tbd birthday: september 27 job: freelance scientific illustrator residence: maple court gender: ciswoman

key points:

maya was born in moorbrooke, way back in the day. she was born late at night, and the stars and moon were shining bright when she entered the world

redgrave grove was where she grew up, and it was as normal as you could expect it to be. there wasn’t much sneaking out, but there were still quite a few shenanigans happening back in the day

she was 19 when her parents got divorced. maya couldn’t help but feel so glad that she wasn’t living in moorbroke when it happened. of course, by that point she was in california, pursuing her bachelor’s degree.

she got her master’s in medical and biological illustration at john hopkins and has been working ever since

she had a lot of experiences during her higher education years, ranging from fun to downright horrendous, but she’s come out the other side fairly alright, all things considered

she has a job she loves doing, and she’s hard working, but she has the flexibility to indulge her wilder side when need be

she moved back to moorbrooke, after so much time away, because of her mother’s accident

traits: driven, wild, sarcastic, discerning, observant, reticent, protective, sharp, social

possible wcs:

exes (high school ex, people she dated after leaving, ex-almosts are also a big one!)

friends (new friends, people she’d met in the past week or so of being back)

neighbors

old friends (people she knew back in university or even from growing up in moorbrooke, there’s a lot that could be done here)

friends who could’ve been, or could still be something more is also on the cards!

people who have run into her over and over again (she does go out to do work instead of staying at home, and she does love a good museum)

party friends, or people she’s run into after a night out

there’s a lot more possibilities, pls hmu!

(this is very preliminary, but here is maya)

[benjiwilson]

closed starter for: @mayashq​ where: club leziate

It was one of those nights when you were probably best off leaving Benji alone. And he was actually pretty glad that most people in this town already knew him long enough to recognize that tonight was one of those nights. He had sat at the far end of the bar for quite some time now with a now half-empty bottle of beer in front of him, doing what he knew his friends would probably call ‘sulking’ or something like that. Benji knew that by now he should probably over the fact that he hadn’t been able to continue playing football at the highest level and that he should focus on the future instead of looking back but sometimes he couldn’t help it but wonder about what could have been. He was just about to take another sip of his beer, when he noticed someone sitting down on the bar stool next to him. “Although you probably should have been able to figure that out yourself but I’m afraid that if you’re looking for some fun company, you’re wrong over here…”, he only mumbled, not even glancing sideways as he pretty much expected the person to get up again anyway.

[mayashq]

Club Leziate always had something going on. Tonight, Maya had spent most of her time dancing and singing, but for the moment, she wanted to sit down and nurse a cocktail—and the smile on her face faded as her gaze traveled over the bar counter. Quickly she spotted an empty space, and she moved in for the kill, smoothly sliding past the dancing bodies and wild swinging hair. “Sadly for you, you’re shit out of luck.” She leaned back, gesturing around them. “The rest of the seats are taken, so you’re stuck with me for now.” She swirled the old-fashioned in her glass once, twice, before taking a long sip. “Any reason why you’re sitting alone?” she asked, glancing over.

[xallmywolvesx]

who: Maya @mayashq​

where: Anywhere

Carleigha smiled softly as she made her way through the park. The weather seemed to have a mind of its own lately but today it was nice. With a series of appointments under her belt this morning she’d taken the day off and was welcoming the chance to enjoy the warm weather and fresh air. Strolling along the path her eyes scanned the benches for an open space when her eyes pause on a familiar face. A blast from the past. Making her way over paused in front of the other woman. “Maya? Is that you?” 

[mayashq]

Maya sipped her coffee, her satchel laying, seemingly forgotten, beside her as she crossed her legs. The hot liquid seared down her throat, but she simply drank some more. There were no pressing jobs for the moment, thankfully, so she was allowed to indulge. The silence was broken by a familiar voice and Maya’s eyebrows rose, before an easy smile spread across her lips. “Carly—” she replied, standing up, careful not to tilt her travel mug. “How’ve you been keeping? Shit, it’s been so damn long!”

[mayashq]

philcscphies​:

Tony nodded as Maya spoke, taking mental note of the tips she’d mentioned. He’d started dyeing his hair years ago, but he was a bit embarrassed to admit that his mother had always been the one to ensure it remained healthy throughout the process. Outside of choosing a color, Tony had had little input in the overall thing. “Surfing? Me? I wouldn’t even dream of it,” he answered, rocking on his heels, a sly smile on his face. The water may be cold this time of year, but that was what wet suits were for. “Okay, deal. We could even do yours while we’re at it.”

The sly smile on his face was matched with a knowing look of her own, and she simply laughed into her glass. Telling Tony not to surf was like telling a child not to reach for candy— it just wouldn’t happen. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she muttered as she moved around him to set down her glass. “Hmm... I can’t decide on a color though, and once it’s bleached it takes forever to go back to black... maybe a haircut would be enough?”

[mayashq]

philcscphies​:

“That’s the plan,” Tony answered with a shrug. “Figured a vegan dye, not one of those cheap box dyes, would work. Can’t risk losing these locks.” He’d been growing his hair for too long to think of it dead and fried. “Does color-restoring shampoo stand up against the ocean,” he asked. Though, considering it was soon going to be winter in the northeast, he figured that that wouldn’t be much of an issue. “I haven’t. Not together. Want to help?”

Maya nodded at that, humming in thought as she listened to him speak. “Maybe coconut oil will do the trick at protecting your hair for longer.” The longer hair worked for Tony, but it only looks good if the hair is healthy. “The shampoo could help too, same with better conditioner, but you better not be surfing in 30 degree weather.” Her words were pointed, and she took another sip from her glass of water as he continued to speak. “Sure. It’s always easier with another pair of hands, and if it looks bad you can blame it on me.”

[ponderosus]

where: some isolated road  who: open @moorbrookestarters

“god dammit!” the exclamation follows a swift kick to the side of beloved (at least, most of the time)  chevvy. a rather old car, purchased back in the early 2000′s, a now orangey shade of brown — she’d always refused to replace it. “piece of shit car…” layla leans back to sit against the edge of the bonnet, slumping forward, the rather tenebrous waft of dark grey smoke bellowing from the gap of the bonnet lid — a wince ensues. she weighs the cost in her head, to call a tow truck and get it repaired, or send the tow on a detour to send the piece of shit to it’s maker in a tight crushed cube. amidst her internal argument between sentimentality and having a functioning reliable vehicle, she hears the drag of wheels grinding to a holt behind her parked chevvy. “i know, it looks bad —” holding her hands up in front of her chest, as if surrounding, “i don’t know know shit about repairing a truck, was just about to call a tow.”

[mayashq]

The smoke billowing out of the side of the road seemed vaguely hazardous, and so she pulled over. She couldn’t help hissing through her teeth as she saw the state the car was in, before glancing over at the woman beside it. “Layla...” Maya could remember seeing that car back when she was a kid, back in Redgrave Grove. Her own choice of cars had always been a little more practical— clearly. She drives a Toyota Camry, one of the most basic cars to drive. Either way, she couldn’t help but feel a little impressed that the Chevy had lasted this long, but it was definitely only a matter of time before something like this happened. “Call the tow, and if you need a ride back then I’ve got you covered.”

[philcscphies]

who: open @moorbrookestarters​​

Tony tugged on the strands of hair that brushed against his chin. He was due for a haircut and an updated dye job. The pink he’d added in the beginning of the summer had since faded out, the time spent in the ocean leeching the color until there wasn’t even a pale hint of it’s former vibrant glory. If his father saw him now, he knew Edgar would roll his eyes. The man seemed to appreciate his son’s self expression, but made it clear that he believed Tony lacked any sense of professionalism. “So,” he began, turning to the person beside him, “I obviously need to do something about this.” He tugged on the strands again for emphasis. “But I don’t know what. Got any suggestions?”

[mayashq]

Maya leaned against the sink, staring at the mirror alongside him. The color had faded, and she took a sip from her glass of water as she tilted her head, considering the options. “Are you gonna dye it at home? Or are you going to get it professionally done?” A gentle hand came up to touch a strand of hair, and she eyed the faded section carefully. “If you want the color to stay in for longer, you might need to invest in better color-restoring shampoo— you haven’t done purplish-blue yet, have you?”

[slightlywayland]

@moorbrookestarters​

“Question, what’s the appropriate response when someone says they want to give you a pearl necklace? like it’s an odd form of jewelry to offer, but I don’t know if it would look good on me.”

[mayashq]

An eyebrow rose sharply. “Depends on who’s offering, and what you think of them.” Her lips tugged into an amused smirk. “They might not even be talking about jewelry,” she muttered to herself.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Never beg for anything. Earn it. Demand it. Seek it. Never beg for it.

Geraldine Page, quoted in Follies of God: Tennessee Williams and the Women of the Fog (via lilys)

[jodi-comer]

Chiyoh HANNIBAL (2013-2015)