Credo of Crunching [Knights/Open]

[Schoenherr Jens]

This simply was not the job for Jens. Sure, he had a knack for advanced math, but he didn't have the constitution to handle this sort of thing! He got nervous and frantic so easily, the others should've known that this would cause him to freak out! Nevertheless, whether permanently or temporarily, the responsibility had been bestowed upon him. So, Jens would do it to the best of his abilities...even if it gave him an ulcer. With his state of health, that seemed very possible at this point.

He could only hope that he was given this job today because he didn't have too many designations for a while. While the other Knights were out and about, wooing the young ladies of the club...er...whatever...he sat at a desk near the back of the room. His left hand was feverishly punching numbers into a calculator, while his right was scribbling away at a clipboard placed upon it (yes, he remembered to put paper on the clipboard). His head seemed to be on a swivel or something, as he was constantly looking from one to another. He would occasionally take a large, white eraser and completely rub out half of the page, looking exasperated.

Indeed, at least for today, organizing the funds had been a responsibility handed over to Jens. Sure, he was fine with it at first, but it was only after receiving the log book that he realized how many strange, unnecessary expenditures the club was making. Despite being a member for a little bit now, he still hadn't realized quite how strange the entire situation was until he saw the books. Well, at least everything seemed to be in order. He had a record of the club's funding, alongside its spending. Except...

His eyes darted from the calculator, to the paper, and back to the calculator. He looked over his numbers for a moment before emitting a small, "...Eh?!" He began writing feverishly again, punching in numbers with more frenzied anxiousness than before. If what he was seeing was right, all of his calculations could've been completely thrown off. So then...he would have to...start over?! With a noticeable thud, the young man's head hit the desk. His forehead was left throbbing, but he didn't quite have the will to lift it right now.

[Itsunawa Keiji]

Keiji enter into the Second Art room....late. A yawn emitted from the Knight. He tossled his hair and looked around. A boring day with no events was sure to come. A small but audible squak came from the far corner. He looked toward the source ogf the noise to see Jens freaking out. A blank stare was pointed in his dierection. As he tilted his head in curiousity, he walked to the stressed out comrade.

He hummed a tune and casually walked up to Jens. He snickered slightly as he walk around Jens to behind him. And very silently he placed his head right next to Jens as he peered onto the math that Jens was stressing about.

"Yo Jens" Keiji calmly said hoping for quite the reaction.

[Arimitsu Jonathan]

It was another day, no girls were here at the moment, probably drooling over that Tamaki guy. What was so great about him? Jonno had inhumanly gorgeous hair aswell, but he wasn't anything special. While quietly penetrating into the second art room Jonno found himself accompanied with his two companions, Jens and Keiji. He closed the door behind him without making an effort to block out the noise by softly closing it. Examining Keiji peering over Jens' shoulder was...strange, considering he really hadn't an idea what they were doing. A clipboard was in front of Jens' face, apparently it involved math. Yuck. Math. He thought to himself.

Hey Jens...Are You Okay?

Jonno asked while he held back laughter throughout the buy's stressful scene. He raised his fist to his lower lip and bit his tounge. Didn't work. A Hmmmm--Ha HA....Hermm... rumbled in his throat. He held up his hand as if to signal an apology for his unusual behavior. He was in an optomistic mood today. The luminous light from above, no not the heavens, the chandeliers, caught Jonno's eye. Which then made him begin to return to his day-dreaming state.

Flecks of red were displayed on the dirt road. A fist remained jabbing an arm with something sharp. The landscape was blurred, lights grew more and more dim each time you blinked.

A black strand of hair brough him back to reality as it poked at his brown eye. It didn't inflict damage or pain. Well, that was obvious considering it was only hair. But Jonno grew vastly fustrated. He kicked off his right shoe to grab some green hair gel. An odd place to store your hair products, but it worked. He squeezed gel into his pale palm, and swiftly brushed his fingers to create perfection. His eyes darted towards the two. A cheesy grin wished that they hadn't thought of him as an idiot...not yet.


[occ; sorry it's so bad! I have a bijillion posts to reply to on lotsa other sites. won't happen again =] <333]

[Schoenherr Jens]

Jens' face, buried in the clipboard, didn't turn up for quite a bit of time. As such, he was completely unable to notice Keiji's approach. There was no way that he'd be aware of his footsteps. After all, the room was in a constant state of hustle and bustle. There wouldn't be any way to distinguish a single person's feet. Jens' acute ears were vaguely aware of the humming, but he thought nothing of it. It was over in a moment anyway. He wasn't able to notice the ominous snickering behind him either. All in all, he was very...out of it, and it showed.

But it was pretty difficult not to notice when someone was talking directly in your ear, especially if you were as wound up as a certain Jens Schoenherr. With a rather loud, "Heilig Scheisse!" Jens' head shot up, his eyes wide with shock. The momentum caused him to lean back slightly and, soon enough, his chair was toppling backwards. He waved his arms uselessly through the air as he fell back, but it was no good. Soon enough, he was sprawled out on the ground, now both the front and back of his head throbbing.

It took him a moment to come about his senses. He blinked a few times but, whether his eyes were open or closed, stars danced in front of his face. After a few moments, he stood up, grasping the top of his head with his right hand. His left hand went to grasp blindly for the desktop so that he might lean against it. As soon as he was stable (his legs were still far from ready to stand on their own), he managed to mutter, "Hello, Itsunawa-san..." He slowly reached down and picked up the chair that had fallen, re-taking his seat.

Once he was sitting (so that he was sure not to fall over again), he adopted a small smile and turned to his other fellow Knight, "Ah, Arimitsu-san...I'm fi...f--..." It was then that his eyes drifted over the papers on the desk again. He had nearly forgotten the work that he had to do in the ordeal that had followed Keiji's little "surprise". He immediately scooped up the clipboard once more and looked it over. If it was possible, his skin seemed even paler than usual. He spoke to the both of them, his tone nervous and frantic, "A-a-a-all this money, just...gone! Someone made a huge expenditure but...they never told anyone about it!"

[Itsunawa Keiji]

Unable to keep in the laughter, Keiji fell over with Jens in laughter. He did not expect the poor student to fly out of his seat with papers flying everywhere.

"Heilig Scheisse?? What on Earth does that mean?" Keiji pondered as he watched Jens hastily pick himself up. "oh and no need for formalities call me Kei-wait...we're missing money?! WHAT?!" Keiji flipped out.

Losing money was not an option. The knights needed every yen to make ends meet and to lose a large donation would mean the death of this club.

Keii quickly moved next to Jens and scanned the papers before him. Unable to figure out what was happening due to the state of the documens.

A worried sigh escpaed Keiji. Should he get Hiroshi? No he would flip out worse then Keiji did. And what about Jonno? Maybe Australian people are good at math....

[Arimitsu Jonathan]

Jonno was vastly confused. Jens seemed tense, that was something someone even as moronic as Jonno could tell. And Keiji...well he appeared to be absolutely insane. Words stuttered out of his mouth, although it couldn't be heard over all the commotion. His under-used voice stayed on the side-lines. Just watching, he was indeed irritated that everything was going by much too fast for him to understand. But he didn't do anything, just stare blankly at the two. He raised a brow when Keiji started to shout. Auditioning for the peace-maker role, he spoke, attempting to calm the two down. Well, mostly Keiji.

It'll Be Okay. We Have Plenty Of Money And I'm Positive Nothing Could Go Wrong. And, If It Does, Hiroshi-san Will Think Of A Solution...Right?

He added a respectful 'san' at the end of Hiroshi's name, then a thin smile was followed up by his slightly soothing words. He doubted that saying, 'nothing could go wrong' would calm either of the Knights. But it was worth a try.



occ; D= more bad posts, I'm sorry again.

[Schoenherr Jens]

Jens quickly turned away. His face turned a deep shade of crimson, "Erm...nothing," No one really needed to know that he had just shouted a German expletive, right? Yeah...right. It was so out of character of him anyway! No, it would probably be best if he just kept that little detail to himself for now. In truth, Jens didn't like swearing all that much. To him, it meant...a lack of self-control.

Jens wasn't sure if it was the fact that he had hit it (twice), or if it was actually the problem in the club's funding, but his head was still spinning. He wasn't even certain of the amount of money that was missing from their funds. All he could tell from the records was that it was huge. He quickly nodded, affirming he and Keiji's fears.

Jens pulled up the clipboard and held it against his face, shielding it from outside view, "Then why doesn't he do this job?" he muttered into the wooden surface. The fog of melancholy that seemed to be hanging around him all the time, the one that he normally hid from outside view, seemed to be there for all to see. It was a fog fueled by worthlessness, poor health, and disappointment. Normally, he'd never let anyone else see how insecure he really was but, at times of distress, holding that back was the last thing that he was thinking about.

[Itsunawa Keiji]

Keiji twinged slightly. He had gotten so close with this club and being bankrupt would mean losing it all. He would have to go back to being the lonely guy who did nothing for no one. He couldn't bear losing another thing he loved. Seiyuna would have wanted him to fix this. the question was how?

"Jonno?" His eyes got all wide as he pleaded him to help. Keiji frankly was terrible at math and would be of no help. "How much have we lost?" He prayed to every God of every religion hoping for a way that would take this little slip up to poof away and never come back.

"Maybe I should get Hiroshi.....or we could ask the Host club for help... they are very well off fiancially.." Even though he hated to admitt it. The host club may just be their only hope.

He looked around wildly in search for the answer to all their problems to no avail. How on Earth could this have happened. What could occured that would have made a large sum of money just vanish without a trace[/blockquote

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