Camdyn Millor - Suicune Dorm
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"Sure!" said Ryan, "not like I'd like to be alone in this huge place." Camdyn blinked at the boy, a bit flustered. He had now obligated himself to staying and talking to this boy the entire day. "Well, we gotta drop our stuff in our rooms first. Wouldn't be comfortable to walk around with this backpack," he said, tapping the bag he was wearing. "I'm gonna check where my room is, and drop it off there. Then we can look for a teacher or someone who's not new to help us out." Really had to suggest inviting another person, thought Camdyn. Not that I want to complain. Happy to help, but I have to make it comfortable. Then, after the short pause, the boy said something with a temporary farewell salute that stopped his thoughts in their tracks.
"Don't worry, I'm bad at introductions too. Just keep it cool; no need to be worried."
The comment hit home for Camdyn as the smaller boy walked away into the building. He stood a bit stiffly for a second, then, jolting out of his stupor, motioned to Olive and Jett to follow him inside.
Camdyn looked down to his key to see what his room number was. Huh, he thought. Room 10. Best case scenario: I live next to someone(s) I can talk to. Worst case scenario: I'm sandwiched between two idiots. Oh. Well. Good way to look at it~ he scolded himself as he looked up at his own door. It looked in a bit better state, with relatively shiny metal surfaces, although with its share of greenish splotches of tarnish. He put the key in the lock and turned the knob, opening the door to his new home.
A breath of fresh air swept his face as the door dragged along the carpet. The window in the back was open, and the breeze was flying in. Jett immediately crossed over and slammed it shut, and Camdyn winced at the volume of the noise. On the bed were neatly folded blankets, a comforter, and two extra jackets, obviously to identify him as a member of the Suicune dorm and to constitute a school uniform. There was a small desk underneath the window, as well as a closet on the wall adjacent to both. The room was relatively simple, and plain, but it seemed cozy. He didn't want to keep Ryan waiting, so he called for Jett to come to him. But the Pokemon wouldn't come.
"Jett! It's not right to keep people waiting!" The Buizel just shook his hear and barked at was outside the window. Jett hadn't just closed the window because it was breezy; he had felt a strange vibe coming from the white-roofed builing adjacent to their own. He was yapping at it presently, and as soon as Olive joined him at his perch (or as close as she could come), she wilted a bit. She stared out at the building, forlorn, and it caught Camdyn's attention enough for him to check it out as well. It did look creepy, he had to admit; but he had to stick to his promise to be polite. Although, maybe Ryan wouldn't object to checking the building out. "Alright, come on," said the young Trainer, and his Pokemon followed, still entranced by the sight.
Having dropped his bags near the center of the room, Camdyn grabbed his keys, and locked the door on the way out. Just outside the building, Ryan was waiting with Snover. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Ryan," he said, unusually loud. He noticed his strange sense of familiarity with the boy (although it was probably due to what he had said earlier, which echoed his father's words of comfort), and also that he was becoming much easier to talk to. I supose there are some people with whom I can talk much sooner than others. Weird. "Olive--my Leafeon--and Jett--" bark "--were staring out the window at that white-roofed building over there." He pointed to the building to which he was referring, and continued, "We could get someone to give us a tour and show us around fist, but either way, I think I want to go check that place out. I'll leave it up to you for now." He waited for the boy's response, glad he made a friend so easily this time.
