Camdyn Miller - Docks of Oak Town --> Outside Suicune Dorm
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One, two, three, four, five. The metallic clang of his feet on the stairs off the boat was a bit less than comfortable (not to mention those of so many more milling around on the deck, passing him on their way down and running around on the docks with loud pounds), but he was fine. The Leafeon silently padded alongside him on the steps and made no noise, but was staring down the orange blur sliding down the railing. Jett, of course, paid no attention, and the Buizel just jumped down onto the docks after he had passed his two friends and waited loyally for Camdyn. Olive, on the other hand, bolted for the Pokemon as soon as his feet touched the concrete.
"Olive, stop!" he shouted, a little too loud for comfort, and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. It didn't look like anyone had, and he was glad no one was commenting. He hurried down to where Olive was frozen mid-pounce and crouched down next to her and her orange-furred comrade to lay down the law. "Olive, Jett wasn't hurting or disturbing anyone by what he was doing. I handle discipline; respect your friends and comrades." Camdyn turned his head to the now-snickering Jett. "This is your fault as well," said he, "for disrespecting the captain of the ship and for disobeying me." Jett and Olive bowed their heads in shame, and, now on common ground, had something to grumble about together. Their Trainer stood back up and said, "The academy is a fair walk away from here, so we'll stop in town and get something for breakfast."
After stopping in town, and (painstakingly) purchasing and eating breakfast for both him and his Pokemon, Camdyn set out for the academy with Olive and Jett in tow.
About forty-five minutes later, counting a few stops along the way to survey the surroundings, the trio reached the Academy campus. The dorms were there in front of him, but three-part reasoning kept Camdyn from entering a random building. One, he didn't want to abruptly discover he was in the wrong dorm; two, his key and school uniform were probably located in an administrative building; and three, he thought it would be polite to stop by and make his arrival clear to whoever needed to know. Since it was fairly well into the morning, he had assumed he was missing class, so he slowly jogged around what he assumed were the classrooms and found the building he was looking for. At least, that's what he thought; it had a formal feel to it compared to the rest of the academy, with glass double doors and a room that looked somewhat like a waiting room. There was a desk in there, and a somewhat elderly woman was getting up to let a somewhat younger man, maybe in his late twenties, settle into the chair. He looked up after he had settled and, seeing Camdyn through the door, waved him in.
Camdyn opened the door and walked in, Olive and Jett following close behind. Olive immediately veered off to the potted plant at one side of the room on a low table, disappointed to find that it was fake. "That one over there is real," the man said, seeing Olive's reaction and pointing to the potted tree in the other corner near the door. She perked up and pounced over to it, in almost pure joy to find a living plant in the building. The secretary turned to address Camdyn. "What's your name, young man?"
Camdyn looked down at the floor and replied, barely audible, "Camdyn Millor."
The man frowned slightly at hearing his first name. "I'm sorry, what was that again? Cameron?"
Camdyn looked up slightly and shook his head. "Camdyn," he asserted, a little louder. "C-A-M-D-Y-N."
"Oh," said the man. "Thank you." He typed in a few words, waited a few seconds, and typed in a few more. "Where are you from, Camdyn?" he asked as he printed out a schedule.
"Canalave City," he said as the secretary dug through his drawers to find Camdyn's room keys. The shuffling stopped as the man paused.
"Canalave City?" His head popped up from behind his desk for a second, then he regained his composure and continued rifling through. "I lived there a few years with my aunt. Have you spent a lot of time at the li--" the speech stopped as a drawer closed and Camdyn was handed his keys. The man analyzed the boy and continued; "Millor? Are you at all related to--"
"Yes; Vincent Millor is my father." The man let out a sigh, and grabbed a blue-lined jacket from a stack out of many behind the desk.
"Oh, well! I've always admired the man; you must know all of his stories? Reviews? Things like that?" The man handed him his jacket and schedule, commenting on the size of the jacket being about right, and continued, "What's it like having a father like him?"
Camdyn stifled a laugh and calmly raised his head and eyes. "Oh, he's not much the scholarly type you think he is. He's a bit of a clown, actually." The man seemed disenchanted by the comment, but he was still excited to have met Vincent Millor's son. "Also, I wanted to ask; I figured the blue dorm was Suicune, but I wanted to ask to clear it up."
"Oh." The secretary shook his head and sat back in his seat. "Yes, it is. You'll be excused from classes for the rest of the day to get settled in and familiarize yourself with the facilities and the island in general. It's relatively small, so don't be daunted by things like that. If you get hungry, you can head to the cafeteria any time you wish. Good luck here, Camdyn!" The secretary turned back to his work, though still glancing at the boy out of the corner of his eye to see if he would say any more about Vincent. He didn't though, and with a quick "thank you," he was off.
With Olive returned from paradise and Jett on the boy's heels, the three made their way back around to the dorms. Camdyn saw another boy there, shorter by far than himself, but attempted to avoid him, not to be impolite but because of his social handicap. He tried to walk around the blue-roofed Suicune dorm, but was afraid he was well in the line of sight of this stranger, not to mention he had put on his Suicune jacket and Olive and Jett were arguing, almost sure to attract attention. All Camdyn could do was hope.