:Dream Job: Becoming a specialized detective :Greatest Fear: To loose her memory :Greatest Dream: To own a house of her own :Quirky fact:Mya treats everything like its a human/viscet; animals, cars, plants etc. She will make small talk, apologize when she pushes them or yell when they fall/bump into her.
The many things Mya has heard in her life, being called "humble" always came across as both a compliment and cutting to her pride. Well, the small amount she held to herself. She did what she did because it seemed right. Helping someone with the door or watching a young relative for her family was just another part of her life, not for some kind of credit or reward. She also didn't need to be reminded that she lowered herself alot. It didn't seem to fit her, regardless of the countless time this word was placed beside her name, like a tag.
"Hi, my name is Mya and I am HUMBLE."
She would grimace and do her best to steer clear from starting the decision over it. She held high regard over her easy going, flowing interaction with other people that coming across as "mad" or "annoyed" would frighten her for worry someone would get angry or hate her for such a change in attitude.
"Once you have a face, you are just GREGARIOUS to others. And nothing more Mya."
Mya felt she could easily see what was needed of her, or how a story was going just by listening to the readers' voice. Watching and studying closely to how others were was something she picked up on as a kid. She loved spies and detectives she would see in the movies or on t.v. So, it was only natural she would catch their actions for herself. It has come in good use over the years, be it her dad's precious lost watch to a classmate how strayed from the group.
"Mya! How KEEN of you to find!"
The one weakness Mya has above all others she has is her...lack of cleanliness. WAIT! Not like, she never takes showers or washes her hands. (ew) No. Mya has a knack of working on multiple projects, ideas, or simply reorganizing only to become either distracted or bored. She then remembers later her mess and struggles how to fix it. Asking herself how she made this mess and what could be done. The reason she ever reorganizes in the first place is to finally be able to get herself together, only to fail the following hour. Having a friend over or her parents is embarrassing, since she has no idea how to explain.
"You sure are SLOVENLY, aren't you...Mya?"
As outgoing and easy she can seem, Mya has a nasty habit of holding on to what people say or do. If you forget an appointment or stepped on her toe, she will never EVER let it go. You could of accidentally done this or did this mendaciously, she does not care. All she sees is someone being "mean". This may cross paths with her childish demeanor that never grew out. Perhaps it was how her mother and father always tried to one up each other in arguments by bringing past issues. It isn't solid, but the way Mya takes on social norms is like a sponge. Mya is only faintly aware of this issue, as she believes her ability to makes messes is more important of a matter then what people call stubbornness.
"Your as STUBBORN as ever, Mya!"
It was half past 3 am. A neon pink light on a brick wall buzzed, twitching a bit. A pair of foot steps, almost in tune, could be heard coming into the room. Once the clock ticked to the next minute, a voice broke the empty silence.
"Mya. Your work is becoming something to be proud of." Officer Peter said, his green eyes looking to the tall viscet. Before the lady could speak, he needed to add to it. "Don't take what they said too personal, alright? Whenever we have a new recruit, it's just all apart of getting a feel of everyone."
Mya nodded slowly, her paw was up to say something, but the officer shook his head. She frowned. He isn't done? Like i didn't know how it would be? I'm not THAT foolish! A little pout could be seen off her face, causing Peter to chuckle. He raised his paw, placing it on top of the fellow officer's head. "The first night watch is over. Your free to get some rest, or have some time for yourself."
"WAIT!" She shouted, waving her paws to push his off her head. "Do you have to treat me like a kid? Also, where are YOU going?Your stuck with me for the rest of the night." Mya said while huffing. Peter was taken aback. A bit red as well but he turned the other way before saying anything.
"Don't go saying things like that to your fellow officer, a guy. That's strange of you." He grumbled before clearing his throat, looking back at the pink and white viscet. "I was just going to go out to bowl for a while i suppose. There's an all night place connected to the arcade. I suppose, you'll want to go?"
Mya's eyes glistened. An invitation? An arcade and bowling? Last time she did any of that was when she was 12. After becoming a teenager she was forced to go into private schooling with little sport activyt. She loved to play and move. The fact she could become an officer seemed impossible thought until two years ago. Her mind came to a blank. I don't think about those times now.Not any more, I am here now.
"Well...like i said. Your not getting rid of me. Also, i am no kid!" She pouted again, trying to hold back how much she obviously wanted to go.
"Mya, cut it out. Lets go already." Peter rolled his eyes, going towards his car. She followed in suite and silently sat in his car until the arrived. Once they were there, the building was very new. White painted brick walls, bright signs and music that could be heard from outside. The two looked at each other, holding smiling glances before walking in. Within minutes, bowling shoes where on and the two officers had transformed into normal civilians enjoying a night of fun.
Mya couldn't help but squeal whenever she got any pins down and flopped to the ground whining when she got a gutter. Peter was amused by all of these expressions and chuckled along as the night went on. Before they knew it, it was 5 am. Mya's inner time set off, causing her to get cranky. "I have a shift at 3pm. And so do you. We better get you back home." Peter said with shrug. Mya immediately blushed, poking his sides. "Don't be a creep! I can walk home!"
Peter gave a fake smile. "Oh yeh? You can? All 14 miles? That's impressive, Mya." He rolled his eyes again, seemingly a normal motion with this girl around with her random accusations. "I'm dropping you off, creep."
Mya blushed harder, crossing her arms. "Shut it! I knew that!"
Mya's first night of fun in quite some time, spending time with someone she didn't think had the capacity made it all worthwhile. The following day she was already trying to plan to have another night out with Peter, who promptly told her they will when she starts working on her mannerisms. This was not to Mya's liking, but she sure did love bowling!