character desired : maisy rachel james
faceclaim : naomi scott
birthday / zodiac : nov. 11 / scorpio
sexual / romantic orientation : pansexual / panromantic
anything else : tag
writing sample.
(family death tw)
it was only noon, but it already felt like today was going to be a long day. last night, a traveler who was passing through town with some suspiciously-stuffed duffel bags got into a parking lot brawl with one of the motel workers. what started out as a fist fight and ended with knives and her fellow co-worker left battered on the ground. maisy knew what she had to do when she found out about it early the next morning.
it probably should have scared her that she didn’t think twice about the solution she came up, but her new, unforgiving code of ethics was all too familiar now. she didn’t know why she was so hell-bent on exacting her revenge whenever something came up, why anger constantly simmered underneath her cool, amicable surface… if she took the time to think about it, the answer was obvious – it all came back to her father. but to confront this truth, she’d have to confront the deep heart-wrenching pain left inside her when her father was killed. the grief was too much, and it could only be tamed with rage. a rage that maisy never knew she was capable of until then, and a rage she feared would never leave her now.
“let me handle this one,” she pleaded with guy after going to his door first thing in the morning. he already knew about the situation of course and likely already anticipated that she would want to take care of this.
“come on, guy, i saw him this morning and he doesn’t look like someone you, or anyone else, should be getting in another fight with. let’s just make this quick and easy, no one else has to get hurt.”
maisy may not have been as violent and physical as the other guys, but her methods of handling a situation were just as effective as theirs. and more refined, if she might add. when guy conceded, she headed to the diner, feeling satisfied and dare she say – a little excited?
lucky for her, their visitor had stayed the night at the motel and was stopping by the diner for lunch before heading back out on the road. she didn’t get to flex her cooking skills very much making yet another order of onion rings and a cheeseburger, but the secret sauce was where the real magic happened. with the help of more experienced motel staff when she first moved to town, she quickly discovered a knack for seamlessly mixing nearly undetectable, and quite frankly, delicious poison into her meals. most often in the form of her infamous secret sauce.
“order up,” maisy said with an innocent smile as she slid the finished order, marked with a red napkin underneath the plate, to the waitress, who acknowledged her with a knowing look. the waitress picked up the plate and made her way to the unsuspecting patron. maisy watched as he roughly grabbed the plate from her, no ‘thank you’ or acknowledgment of any kind, before taking a disgustingly large and messy bite of his burger, a little bit of the secret sauce dripping down the side of his mouth. she turned back to the kitchen just as she heard a loud gasp from his direction, already focused on plating the next order on her list.
anything else.
headcanons/character expansion –
maisy may look the part of the ‘girl next door’ (and use it to her advantage when needed), but she’s not the innocent, naive girl she once was. while she doesn’t partake in all the illicit activities around her (murder aside), she’s dabbled in a thing or two that she would have balked at the idea of a few years ago, and she has no judgment on what people do to have fun, fill the void, or simply get by. sometimes, she longs for the past when her life and morals weren’t so complicated, but she knows that there is no going back now. anyways, she likes this more bold, true version of herself that she embodies now.
maisy is fiercely loving, loyal, and protective. she would do anything for her friends, who she considers more like a new family than anything else. she’s slow to trust new people, but once someone has earned it, she quickly adopts a ride or die mentality for them.
despite having (and craving) close connections, she tries to keep her heart somewhat guarded now that she knows how gut-wrenching loss can feel. when it comes to relationships, she usually goes for casual flings and hookups over committed relationships, where emotions get complicated and her vulnerability sets in. she tells herself it’s okay because she doesn’t need protection and someone taking care of her anyway, but deep down she knows it would be nice to have someone to share the deepest corners of their soul with.
there is nothing more important to her than her loved ones, and she misses her actual family more than anything even though she hasn’t seen them in years now. she calls her mom from a pay phone every now and again to make sure everything is okay, but her heart aches to be with her family in person, though she doesn’t know when or if she’ll ever be able to. she’s not exactly on the run anymore, but she still has a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that someone is chasing her.
while maisy always looked forward to taking over her father’s restaurant one day, she never dared to dream much bigger than that. maybe it was because she liked a simple life, or maybe it was because she was scared of what existed beyond the comforts of what she already knew. all of this changed, of course, when she left atlanta for an even smaller town in the middle of nowhere, california. now she’s not even sure where to take her passion for cooking, which has become more of a hobby than anything else because cooking diner burgers and fries does not count as cooking. what she doesn’t tell most people is that she feels a little lost about her ambition – of lack thereof. should she want more? or is she truly content with her new path?
plots –
i would love for her to have some bffs to get into trouble with and defend. i’m looking forward to exploring aspects of this tight-knit group dynamic where everyone has each other’s backs no matter what. i’d also like to play out some kind of friends w/ benefits or one-night stand dynamic.
for the group as a whole, it’d be fun to see what would happen and how everyone would react if the police/feds do investigate the area. or if some outsider or npc threatens to snitch or blackmail someone. idk, i feel like there are so many fun opportunities to explore here.
birthday november 11th, 1992
zodiac sign scorpio
sexual orientation pansexual
romantic orientation panromantic
↪ maisy rachel james has always had one passion: cooking. even as a toddler, she cooked alongside her father on her play kitchen. it wasn’t long before she was standing on a stool, helping him actually cook for their family - seven kids was a lot to feed, after all, and he needed all the help he could get. with their mother constantly working at the local government offices, it meant maisy helped step up as the oldest girl and middle child, taking on cooking duties - especially when tragedy struck, and their father passed on.
the plan had been to take over as head chef at his restaurant in downtown atlanta, but the truth was, maisy took it much harder than her other siblings. her father had been her best friend, and when they figured out that the cause of death hadn’t been an accident, but a murder, revenge was all she could see. it was simple enough - as a chef, she knew how to blend flavors together so they wouldn’t even taste the poison - but she also knew that she’d be an easy enough target for the police, and when her plan was done, she left a note for her mother promising to send money when she could and disappeared into the night.
it wasn’t easy, taking another’s life, but they had made the first move. and when she settled down in crossroads, she became a protector of sorts - anyone that messed with anyone she loved would meet the same fate, whether it be in a 4 star restaurant or a roadside dive where her most frequent request was burgers with fries ( extra bacon ). truckers that tried to stiff the girls from their extra activities, someone who went too far against one of her guys around town - maisy doesn’t take things lightly anymore, and while each case is discussed and dissected with guy, she’s been known to bend her own rules now and again too.
it definitely isn’t the life her parents wanted for her, and she’s not exactly proud of the actions she’s taken. playing god and making life and death choices should be beyond her, but when the rage sets in, it has almost a calming effect on her heart. for a few hours, she can make sure someone else understands the pain that her father must have gone through - and while he might not be proud of her, she’s proud of herself. she won’t be a victim again - nor will she let anyone she cares about be one either.
