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Post by Schoenherr Jens on Apr 18, 2008 17:09:37 GMT -5
What was a young, tired musician to do? The first and second music rooms were currently being used by other students. The third music room was obviously in use, thanks to the oh-so famous host club. Jens was left standing in the hallway of the arts wing of Ouran. Hanging on his back, in its hard case, was a tenor saxophone. A messenger bag hung to his right, slung across his body. His left hand held the case in which his clarinet was kept. Such a load made searching for an empty place to play quite the chore.
This search brought him to the second art room. It was worth a try, right? Who knows? Maybe it wasn't being used at all. If that was the case, Jens would be free to play to his heart's content; that is, until someone eventually showed up and he quietly and shyly shuffled out.
Then again, perhaps it was just the opposite.
Maybe, for some reason or another, he was standing in an overly-decorated room, mostly giggling girls, along with a couple of males thrown into the mix. Maybe he was now lost in a large crowd of people. Maybe a group of people was now inadvertently pushing him through the door without his consent, completely barring his only path to freedom.
Had he walked into the third music room again by mistake? No, that wasn't right. This place was different somehow. It wasn't only the decorations, but the atmosphere itself. It was...less crowded, more...fresh? Was that the word for it? ...No. No! That wasn't it! This place was new! NEW! A new host club?! One was uncomfortable enough!
Jens couldn't even find the door anymore. Even if there weren't a crowd of girls blocking his path, his head was spinning far too much for him to know where he was going. What would people think if they saw him there? His things just got about 20 pounds heavier...each. A piano may as well have jumped on his back (he needed to practice anyway). |
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Post by Nerozumi Hiroshi on Apr 18, 2008 17:17:50 GMT -5
"Girls, let me through! Let go of me!"
Hiroshi called as the girls tried to latch on to him. He had been trying for what seemed like years to get to the door, and apparently he was failing miserably. The girls were grabbing him, and he couldn't get free. Oh, what it was like to be popular. Years ago, Hiroshi had been the target of bullies, due to his height. But now, he was being smothered with love, and it hurt worse than the punches he had received previous to this year. Oh how things came and went.
"Hiroshi-kun! Don't go!" called a bunch of the girls as they latched on to Hiroshi's arms. Hiroshi had no control of his club at the moment, mostly due to something that had happened previously. When he was working with a small group of the girls, he had, unknowingly, said something that caused the girls to squeal with joy, and eventually, to tackle him to the ground. He had forgotten by now just what he had said, but it had led to all of this.
Soon, Hiroshi noticed a student entering his club room, the second art room, with a large amount of musical equipment. Poor soul. Hope he survived. "I'd suggest you try and get to the door, lest you want to wind up with some broken bones from the crushing force of the girls." |
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Post by Schoenherr Jens on Apr 18, 2008 17:34:35 GMT -5
There was really no point at all in trying to get through the crowd at this point. The best that Jens could do was stand aside from them, backing into a corner. Nearly as soon as he had though, the group had pushed him even farther back, pinning him in place, their backs to him. He stood on his toes to see what all the ruckus was (he wasn't all that tall).
He must have been one of the hosts of this presumably-new club. He stood almost half a foot taller than Jens, but that was really all that he could see of the young man. His vision was barred by the many young women that were innocently attacking him. Jens once again rested on his feet and turned toward the wall. He really just wanted to wait for this all to be over.
He quickly jumped up and turned around at the sound of the young man's voice. Easily surprised, this young man was. He blushed a bit and smiled sheepishly. His left hand (still holding the clarinet case) waved defensively in front of him while his right rubbed the back of his head, "Ah...I don't think I've got too much to worry about..."
Really, what would girls want to crush him for? He wasn't all that attractive...was he? He had nice blonde hair...he guessed. His eyes were pretty interesting, almost kind of orange...he supposed. His body was rather nice, though he was a bit short (the former being a massive understatement, as he basically had the body of a Greek God). He always wore oversized clothes anyway (even his uniform was specifically made to be the tiniest bit baggy), so his body would never really show.
Ah, but did...he seem rude right now? Ah! He might! This young man clearly thought that he was in his club by mistake! Well...he was...but...well, that's beside the point! He couldn't have the young man thinking such things! So, Jens immediately came up with...a rather pitiful lie, "Ah! I uh--erm...I uh...came here intentionally!"
That's it? No reason as to why he came there intentionally? He was...just sort of there? What kind of stupid thing to say was that? What was he supposed to be doing in the Knights Club anyway? It's not as thought he would designate--oh no. That's probably what they thought now, wasn't it? But he couldn't retract his statement! That would show he was lying! It would be even more rude! Oh, what was a young, tired musician to do (reprise)? |
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Post by Nerozumi Hiroshi on Apr 18, 2008 17:48:37 GMT -5
Sighing, Hiroshi began to think. How could he get the girls to behave and stop crushing him? Suddenly, inspiration came, as Hiroshi turned towards the girls.
"Keep crushing us, and you won't get to see me tomorrow. I'll put the Knights Club on hold for however many minutes you holding on to us." That did the trick, the girls immediately retracted, moving back to the tables they had been sitting at. By this point, Hiroshi had remembered what he had done to cause the uproar. He had gotten in close to one of the girls, and had nearly kissed her, but pulled away as soon as the others started to squeal. The next second, he was dragging girls who had latched onto his legs.
"Hey, sorry about that. I seem to need to find a way to keep more order in my club. anyway, the name's Hiroshi Nerozumi. Sorry if any of this was much of a bother to you."
Hiroshi always tried to be polite, though he was quite the flirt. Hiroshi was in first place in the first year art classes, quite the intellectual young man. |
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Post by Schoenherr Jens on Apr 18, 2008 17:59:05 GMT -5
"Schoenherr Jens," the young man responded shyly. Normally, he would've bowed, but with the load he was carrying and his natural battle with gravity, it was unlikely that he would get back up, "N-no! Don't concern yourself! It was...really no trouble at all!" Another lie. Of course it had been troublesome. He was almost trampled! But Jens couldn't really hold it against anyone else...he really could; he just didn't have the backbone.
The air in this place was rather...fragrant. Jens didn't know if it was the flowers or if it was the fact that a girl had just sprayed perfume right next to him (it had actually been the latter, as flowers weren't really potent enough to bother him), but it was definitely starting to get to him. He bent over a bit and covered his mouth with his right hand, hacking away. He really couldn't help it. He had always had a weak, sensitive body.
"I'm...sorry," he managed to gasp out, finally having stopped coughing up his good lung, "I've...always had rather sensitive lungs...especially after my right lung collapsed..." he didn't want to go into much more detail. He'd be blathering again. That was never good.
It was only when he straightened himself up that something fell out of his bag. A single piece of paper had slipped out somewhere and fallen to the ground. Jens carefully maneuvered so that he could pick it up with his heavy load intact and examined it; the advanced statistics homework that he had been assigned. Right, they had been doing 2-proportion z-tests that day--bucketloads of fun, really. With a sigh (a careful one at that, as he really didn't want to inhale any more of that perfume), he placed the page gingerly back into his bag. |
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Post by Nerozumi Hiroshi on Apr 18, 2008 18:12:40 GMT -5
Hiroshi smiled as he walked over. Handing him a tissue, he gave a slight nod.
"You don't need to apologize so much, it's alright. Here, use this to cover up the smell." Hiroshi instructed, not sure if it would actually help all that much. But, at least it was worth a try.
Turning his head, Hiroshi noticed a small item on the ground, a note. Picking it up, he read what was written there. 'Life is nothing but a bunch of lies, the only truth in life is that there is none.' Sighing, Hiroshi placed the note in his pocket. Obviously, one of the girls had written down one of his made-up quotes.
"You like music, eh? What's your favorite type?" Ooc: Lacka muse. You said once ya wanted to end up being dragged into the knights, how do you want to go about that? |
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Post by Schoenherr Jens on Apr 18, 2008 18:31:18 GMT -5
(OOC: Sudden museburst AGAIN--I think I've got an idea =3)
"Ah, no thank you...it's...alright..." Jens said, raising a hand to turn down the tissue. He really didn't want people worrying about him to much. It made him feel...uncomfortable, as though he were a burden. It wasn't really true, as people depended on other people to survive efficiently. He just had a very negative view on himself. He had, more or less, the lowest self-esteem of anyone you could ever meet.
"Classical," Jens answered, a bit too quickly. Wait a minute--what was he lying for? It's not like his father was around. It was probably just a force of habit. He quickly changed his mind, a bit flustered, "Wait--no! J-jazz!"
Actually, clearly flustered. It was at this point that the weight of the saxophone slung across his back finally got to him. The world seemed to go in slow-motion as the young man tumbled backwards, miraculously spinning his sax to the side as to avoid landing on it (THAT would be uncomfortable). But this action, along with falling itself, left Jens in a rather embarrassing position.
His shirt and jacket had been somehow pulled over his head, completely revealing his torso. The first thing that one could notice was the surprising condition of his body: perfect; perfect in every way. Jens had been given a strict workout regimen to increase the strength of his naturally weak body after the collapse of his lung was corrected. He had been following it ever since, leading to his tone, comparable to that of Adonis.
The second thing that one could notice were the scars, slight as they were. His surgeries were performed by some of the most talented surgeons in the world, so scarring was minimal. Still, in such procedures, there was no avoiding it. On the right side of his chest was a mostly-vertical scar from the surgery to correct his lung. On the left was a diagonal scar from his pacemaker. On his abdomen, an almost completely horizontal scar remained from his partial liver transplant.
The third thing was the crowd of sight-seers that had surrounded him. Such a large amount of things was sure to create quite the crash, as well as a distraction. Unfortunately, the only ones to be distracted were a group of hormone-driven, teenage girls. They came to see his crash, but stayed when they noticed his torso, each muscle more perfectly sculpted then the next.
Jens' face, hidden by his flipped shirt, turned a bright shade of crimson; he could hear the comments that were being made about him. Things about his body, about his presumable status as a musician, what people had thought of him. Weird? Shy? Introverted? ...Wait--there were girls in that group that knew he was German?
It took a moment for him to snap back into reality. He quickly stood up and straightened out his oversized clothing, covering himself up again. He looked a disheveled mess, really. The girls once surrounding gave a disappointed moan as Jens made himself decent. His face was still rather red as he spoke, though his head was bowed as to avoid any eye contact, "S-sorry..."
What exactly was he apologizing for this time? He didn't even know, and he was making the apology! It was really just something that he did in nerve-wracking situations such as these. His first instinct was, unfortunately, to blame himself...for something or another. |
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Post by Nerozumi Hiroshi on Apr 18, 2008 18:38:46 GMT -5
Looking at Jens, Hiroshi turned about, lookign at the girls gather about him. Smiling, Hiroshi turned towards the newcomer and nodded his head.
"If you want, you can set some of your stuff down. Let me guess, you thought the room would be an empty place where you could practice? I'm sorry to say it isn't. But, if you want, you could hang around for a while. I could find a place where you could practice. But, I wanted to ask something." said Hiroshi, as he walked over, offering his hands to help carry some of the load.
"Would you be interested in joining the Knights club? I know it might be a little strange to ask, and a little uncomfortable to answer considering you just got trampled by girls, but still. I'd like to have you join us." |
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Post by Schoenherr Jens on Apr 18, 2008 19:01:44 GMT -5
"Yes, I...suppose I did," Jens responded weakly. His blush had diminished quite a bit, but he was still red in the cheeks. He was feeling kind of light-headed, almost feverish, "No, if you were using the room first. I wouldn't want to...intrude on what you were doing..." Besides that, it was an art room anyway. What did Jens expect?
Jens was in a pretty ridiculous situation right now. He was standing slouched over to equalize the weight of his load with the rest of his body, his arms left hanging down from mere exasperation. His clothes were irreversible disheveled with several strands of hair sticking out in odd directions. His only initial response to Hiroshi's offer was, "...Eh?" His eyes were widened with the utterance, as he was really quite confused. Hadn't Hiroshi seen the spectacle that had just occurred? Why did he think that Jens would make a good knight?
But then again, this could be good for Jens. Perhaps it was the best way for the young man to gain some confidence. Practice made perfect, right? Maybe interacting with others more often (whether he really wanted to or not) could help with that.
As if he were thinking about it that much. He was dizzy and disoriented, light-headed and confused. Jens really wasn't thinking clearly when, after a moment, he responded, "O...kay..." and odd response really, especially coming from him. He had definitely just accepted a position as a knight, but he didn't even know what it meant to be one. |
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Post by Nerozumi Hiroshi on Apr 18, 2008 19:07:21 GMT -5
"Are you okay? You seem really off..." Hiroshi replied, somewhat ignoring his acceptance of the offer. He was worried. "Please, set some of your things down. You look quite pale. It must be quite heavy." Hiroshi asked. He was the type to care about other people's wellbeing, though it never appeared to be that way. Normally he appeared to be a flirt who only cared about the girls, though in truth he was a nice and intellectual figure.
Hiroshi once again offered his hands, though this time he reached out a bit to grab some of the things. "Here, let me give you a hand." |
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Post by Schoenherr Jens on Apr 18, 2008 20:09:54 GMT -5
"Yes...you're probably right," Jens' senses seemed to be returning to him now. He gingerly slid the tenor off of his back and set it on the ground, followed by the clarinet. He kept the messenger bag on, as it was rather light and he didn't want anything falling out again.
"Oh, don't worry about that," Jens said with a small chuckle, "My skin is...um...always like that. You know...obscenely pale," and it was the truth. His skin burned so easily that he never really braved the sun, "My things will be fine on the ground. Please...don't concern yourself too much."
So...now that Jens' head was clearing up, he could think about the decision that he had made: he had agreed to be a knight. It shouldn't be...too...bad...right...? So long as they didn't make him wear any...scantily-clad-type costumes and such...he should be fine! Erm...yeah...fine...right?
"Um..." Jens didn't really know what to do at this point; he had dealt so little with others that merely coming up with something to say was a bit odd. He bowed deeply in an oddly-formal way and spoke with a soft smile on his face, "I'm...sorry if I was a bother to you, Nerozumi-san, and...thank you...for your concern."
That was really the best he could come up with as far as..."conversation" goes. He only lifted himself up after a small moment of silence. He didn't look Hiroshi directly in the eye, though he rarely did when speaking with others. Instead, his eyes fell down and to the right, gazing upon the floor. |
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Post by Arimitsu Jonathan on Apr 18, 2008 20:21:56 GMT -5
X.run, baby, run.X
Two pale hands smacked into each other to create a clapping sound. A smirk was exposed on his face as he sat-surronded by females. Jonno originally being a poor mannered-less boy, was sitting on a wooden table. Without any table cloth or silverware, he assumed it'd be alright. Being around girls for quite a time really made him a tad bit more feminine. Now, he didn't have any interest in men...but...as the new guy came and his shirt flipped he did find himself leaning in. Wide eyed. Not interested in that very way. More like the fan girl way, with his two fists against his chin as he gasped. Finishing up with his act, he jumped off the table and ruffled a blushing girl's hair on his way towards Hiroshi and the new guy. That guy sure knows how to make a first impression in front of the ladies.
Examining the new guy, Jens-was it? He seemed like an appealing guy, certainly worthy of the Knights title. He stuck his hand in front of Jens for a handshake. I'm Jonno Arimitsu.....Urm...Welcome......I Guess. Australian smothered itself all over the words. Drowing them in a healthy, thick, accent.
X.and don't ever look back.X
[hope you don't mind me randomly entering. i just had to =D]
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Post by Nerozumi Hiroshi on Apr 19, 2008 6:21:41 GMT -5
Excellent. A new addition to the Knights club in form of an embarrassed young man with a god-like athletic build and pale skin. Quite the shy man, to boot. He would work well in the club, but, then again, he had quite a few medical problems. A busted lung for one thing, and he was easily sunburned.
Turning to see Jonno with the girls, Hiroshi gave a nice smile. He was such a card, quite the addition to the Knight's club. Soft spoken, with a strong australian accent, he brought in quite a few girls.
"Bother? No, not at all. You don't need to apologize so much to me." Hiroshi said, bowing back, before he stepped aside to let Jonno introduce himself. |
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Itsunawa Keiji
Knight in Dark Blue Armour 
Knight in Dark Blue Armour
*screaming " I LOVE YOU!!!! and fainting* Uh oh. My inner fangirl came out
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Post by Itsunawa Keiji on Apr 19, 2008 9:32:52 GMT -5
A figure slipped into the room. Keiji looked up to see a room filled with people. Not like the last time he was in here when it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. He saw Hiroshi and Jonno, who he had met not to long ago, and a new face. He faintly hear a welcome from them and Keiji asumed that he was a new member. He face lit up and he strolled in with a bright smile." Hey guys, hello ladies, and welcome ......new ......person....." He gave a sheepish smile as he didn't catch the fellow's name.
A nearby girl would seemed to fancy Keiji pulled him to her table. He fashed a smile at her and with no surprise she swooned and fainted. He looked down at the floor and went back to his conversation. "Um sorry about that," he looked at his australian pal and mouthed 'what was his name'?. ((It's not a party unless I bump in^^)) |
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Post by Schoenherr Jens on Apr 19, 2008 17:51:22 GMT -5
"Ah! Right...sorry," he said, apologizing for apologizing too much. It was really a bad habit of his. He should...probably take care of that. But that would come later. All he really had on his mind now was what he was supposed to do now that he was a knight; that and, of course, his music.
Jens flinched at the sound of another young man's voice. A strange accent on that one. What was it, exactly? Not anything European, and not exactly American, but...well, it didn't matter much, "Schoenherr Jens," Jens himself had been able to discard of his accent upon initially learning Japanese, though he obviously retained it when speaking German.
Again, a jump. These people sure knew how to show up without people noticing. Then again, Jens wasn't a very observant person, "Ah--!" Jens was about to introduce himself before the young man was pulled off. He came back shortly after, leading Jens to bow deeply and, for the third time, say, "Schoenherr Jens." |
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Post by Arimitsu Jonathan on Apr 19, 2008 21:02:14 GMT -5
X.don't sell your heart.X
Jonno, thoroughly pleased with himself, smiled back at Hiroshi. It was nice to know that his actions were approved of. Jonno mouthed back 'I think it's Jens' to Keiji. The two hadn't known each other long, but they had gotten along well. The boy, Jens, seemed like a guy good-hearted at will. So, Whadd'ya Play? Asked he, while poking at the instrument case. His unbuttoned Ouran suit helplessly swung side to side as he walked around the crowded, yet still slightly placid, environment. This conversation seemed to be running small, pretty dry and uninteresting. So, this seemed like a perfect time to start spacing out again. To Jonno's Day Dream World!
Large black claws stretch from the fingers of the beast. It's wolven traits and slightly human form give away that it's-no other than-a werewolf. the creature roams the city with a familiar Australian accent...
Jonno snapped back to reality, apparently, his day dream about being a werewolf was more of a nightmare. NO! WAIT! I WON'T KILL YOU! He yelled out, referring to the actions that were involved in his imagination. His eyes widened as he noticed that he had just yelled a disturbing comment...aloud. For everyone...to hear....
X.and don't say we're not meant to be.X [/size] |
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Post by Nerozumi Hiroshi on Apr 20, 2008 9:10:03 GMT -5
Smiling, Hiroshi laid a hand on Jen's shoulder, as he pulled him close with a light squeeze, taking into consideration his busted lung. "May I have your attention, please. I would like to introduce a new member to the knights."
The girls in the room turned towards Hiroshi, when all of a sudden, Jonno blurted out "NO! WAIT! I WON'T KILL YOU!" After this little outburst, Hiroshi, trying to divert attention away from the obviously embarrassed Jonno, continued with his announcement.
"Welcome Schoenherr Jens, our Knight in Lavender Armour!" he said, deciding on his rank in a mere second, coming from his shy personality and pale skin, a light color was the obvious choice.
The girls, now not interested in Jonno's outburst, began to clap for Jens, as Hiroshi turned and gave a friendly smile. |
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Post by luna on Jul 25, 2010 2:59:19 GMT -5
New here Luna walks in to see what this was all about. "Umm... Excuse me, but what is this place?" tilting her head to the side. "I'm new here and I'm kind of lost..." Gives a weak, but cute smile and rubs the back of her head. Looking around the room with her eyes. "Ahh.. If I'm interrupting something I can come back later..." Now worried she did something wrong she begins to back out of the room.
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