<div class="floatleft">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee205/weaselmiester/tumblr_lzwl8sH6i41qasqw5o1_500_zpsiza30amj.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Oliver Finch<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Academy Concourse<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Observing, freaking out a bit<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any<br/><strong>Other:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>The small boy had been grateful for the bus ride up to the school. He may have been thin and within a healthy weight range, but he was not in shape in the least. He doubted he could have made the walk on his own, not to mention he wouldn’t dare put himself in a position of needing help from a stranger if he could manage it. He wasn’t too proud to ask for help, but he was very self-conscious and feared the embarrassment of being vulnerable.<br/><br/>Once he’d filed off the bus, he released Phoebe, hoping help him keep his cool in the sea of strangers. When the brash female began verbally posturing, Oliver’s anxiety rose and he quickened his steps, eager to distance himself of the crowd that jostled around. The fluffy purple pokémon waddled her way after her trainer and joined him on the bench he found near the main building. He'd only walked a few yards and already felt out of breath. His friend leaned against him gently and began purring cutely.<br/><br/>“Thanks, Phoebe. There’s just so MANY.”<br/><br/>Phoebe’s feelers began twitching as she kept an eye on the boastful one. A quiet squeak and Oliver nodded absent-mindedly as he popped a single earbud in and let himself drift focus a bit to try to calm his nerves, secure in the knowledge that his pokémon would alert him to anything important.