Lord of the Comrades

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Management in charge regrets to inform the deadline for party requests is past due, but since there was a major lack of requests, as in none, the deadline has been extended to March 18. If no one has submitted requests by then Management will be forced to pick them by ourselves and that is never a good thing. We will be picking from current reviewers and it will be to our discretion what your characters will be like so no complaints.

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The next morning everyone was forced to wake up bright and early once again! Today was creative movement class with Dr. Zhang.

"Ow, I hurt in places that shouldn't hurt." Arwen stumbled out of bed holding her aching arms from all the weight lifting.

Unfortunately everyone else was going through similar pains and aches, even the guys, some who were to macho to admit to it though.

Dr. Zhang waited patiently as the cast plodded in all grumbling and moaning in some way about something or another.

"Good morning to all of you." Dr Zhang smiled at the crowd. "Today we will be searcher our inner selves in search of feelings we never knew we had." Dr. Zhang walked around the room sizing up the cast at who would be good at what.

"I want everyone to find a place and start stretching." Dr. Zhang directed and waited until everyone was in position.

The guys conveniently placed themselves behind all the girls where also conveniently wearing short, tight shorts and nice tight shirts.

"Yea, buddy that's what I'm talking about!" Faramir whispered to Boromir as Galadriel bent down to touch her toes.

"Boys, will you be joining us today?" Dr. Zhang questioned the two who were to busy staring and the girls' behinds.

"Uh, sure." Faramir snapped out of his stare and started 'stretching' the good all fashion guy way which is reaching down and little bit but not really so that they can still have a good view of the girls in front of them.

"I'd like to start of the class by having four guys up here and the front and experimenting with different movements." Dr. Zhang explained and looked around to see if there were any takers.

No one, except a certain hobbit dared to raise their hand.

"You; the one raising his hand, you two there; the brothers, and you; with the hair." Dr. Zhang called her four victims forward.

Pippin; the one raising his hand skipped up to the front of the room, Faramir and Boromir; the two brothers grumbled their way up to the front and Legolas the one with the hair (after he and Elrond argued over who it was) came forward looking a bit bashful.

"Move." Dr. Zhang stood in the back with the rest of the class watching the four at the front.

Pippin was the only one to follow the directions. He started to do some funkitated movement that resembled a chicken being eaten by a duck.

Faramir, Boromir, and Legolas watched little Pippin bust his moves and were to self conscience to actually do anything themselves.

"Why aren't you moving!?" Dr. Zhang barked at the three still guys.

"Uhhh, what are we supposed to do?" Faramir looked at her as if she was crazy.

"Don't talk back to me! Go dress out your done!" Dr. Zhang screeched at him.

Faramir stood in shock for a moment before he went back into the dressing room.

"Move!" Dr. Zhang yelled to Boromir and Legolas.

Both started to move around following Pippin's movements.

A few people started to laugh in the back of the class watching the three guys dance around like that.

"Is there something funny?! You! Get up there!" Dr. Zhang pointed to Galadriel who slowly made her way to the front of the class and fell in line with the rest of the group 'dancing'.

Everyone tried to remain silent while watching the group.

Arwen couldn't hold back her laughter and busted out.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY!!" Dr. Zhang bellowed out and pointed to the dressing room. "You!" Arwen almost ran into the dressing room with fear.

After a few more minutes Pippin was really starting to feel a little tired from the movements.

"Can I stop now?" Pippin asked breathing heavily.

"Excuse me? You get in here and expect me to teach of bunch of slackers!?" Dr. Zhang put her hands on her hips and stared at the little frightened hobbit.

"All you of, you there now and moving!" Everyone ran onto the dance floor and started moving around copying Pippin's dance.

"I am disgusted! None of you can come up with your own moves!?" Dr. Zhang shook her head in disgust and stormed out.

"Well then, guess that solves that problem." Boromir stated.

"I hurt.so bad.oh the burning sensation!" Pippin stopped and plopped onto the floor in pain.

"You dead Pip?" Merry asked.

"Yes, Merry." Pippin mumbled back.

"Ok, just checking." Merry walked over to where Frodo and Sam where standing.

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