fandomhigh | Detention, The Dangershop

There was a runway in the middle of the danger shop. This couldn't bode well for anyone with a detention.

At the end of the runway was a picture of Deadpool looking, dare it be said, fierce. It was a mystery just how he had perfect makeup done OVER the mask, but sometimes it was best to leave things unknown. Below the picture was a sign in sheet for all the little juvenile delinquents to give their John Hancock to.

~~Dick Casablancas~~
William Kessler
~~Cindy Mackenzie~~
~~Elizabeth Sherman~~
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester

Once all the students were in the danger shop, Deadpool sashayed down the runway in a Marvel Girl costume. The yellow thong made him feel so liberated, like he could take on the world.

"Goooood morning ladies and ladies with more masculine attributes. Today we're going to see if any of you have what it takes to become Fandom's next top model. You will have to go through a series of very important tests to see just who has what it takes to become a super model." A pause. "And a some tests just for my own amusement. Enjo~oy."

[[ooc: ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up. *whimper*

~~ETA: 12:15 Central Time - AFK for a few hours to be social, I will pick up all the fierce pings when I get back~~ BACK!]]

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"Alright ladies, we're going to teach you how to stomp the runway in stilettos," Miss J told them. "But that's not all. You're going to have to do this with crabs walking the runway too."

There was a pile of heels of various sizes and dozens of very unhappy crabs on the runway.

What crabs had to do with modeling, Deadpool wasn't exactly sure.

Mac eyed the crabs skeptically, before trying to find some stilettos without open toes in the pile, just in case she miss-stepped. She really did like having all her toes.

Snap snap.

Those were some angry crabs. One might almost think ~~the producers~~ Deadpool went out of his way to make this as difficult as humanly possible.

"Can you own that runway Mac? Can you stomp with the fiercest of models?"

"I could if I had steel-capped boots," Mac muttered pulling on the most respectable pair of heels she could find and walking, a little unsteadily towards the catwalk.

She paused when she got there, watching the creatures. "Isn't this considered animal cruelty?" she queried.

"Models aren't people honey!" Miss J called from the other end of the runway.

One particularly angry crab skuttled over toward Mac, claws raised for prime model pinching. He would avenge his family!

This poor little crab had forgotten that models don't in fact eat food. They live off of cigarettes and champagne.

What models not being people had to do with animal rights, Mac wasn't entirely sure. She decided that sense probably wouldn't help this particular discussion anyway and sighed.

Mac attempted to step over the snappy crabs and make her way towards Miss J. She's not looking sure about this at all.

Models were above the law because they were so damn pretty, didn't Mac know that?

Snap Snap. each step she took was followed by a crab trying to grab onto her heels to get the hell off the runway of terror.

The problem with this scenario comes when the crabs miss the heels, and go for her feet themselves.

By the time she was half-way down the runway she had about three clinging for dear life, and OW. She stopped right there, and gingerly attempted to shake them off without falling over herself.

"Tyra wouldn't get distracted by the crabs, she'd just work it!" Miss J called from the side of the runway.

The crabs were clinging for dear life to Mac. They tried to give her a look that told her to take them with her, but being crabs, just looked like... well crabs.

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Dick was very relieved to see the eating type of crabs on the runway. You never knew, models can be kind of slutty. The whole stilettos thing? Was not working out.

Guess a future as a drag queen is out of the picture.

The other type of crabs happened with Janice.

"Come on honey, pick a pair of shoes. This runway challenge might determine who ~~gets eliminated~~ becomes the next top model."

"God, fine." he said. He didn't really have the heart to yell at Miss J. He picked out a black strappy pair and put them on. God, how did girls wear these things?

Miss J sashayed by in pair of six inch heels, showing absolutely no problem with the height or balance issues.

"Now you have to stomp, but be careful of the crabs. We don't want PETA all over us again."

"Alrighty..." he said. After taking a few experimental struts around in circles before taking to the catwalk. They were shaky steps but he managed to get down the runway and back without killing any crabs.

Miss Jay shook his head. "Where was the fierceness? When Tyra had to walk down the runway covered with rabid raccoons, in a pair of hells that didn't fit, with a broken ankle and blindfolded, she made it fierce."

Liz really couldn't believe that she was doing this as she tried to find a pair of stilletos that fit her. As she did this she tried to figure out a way she could do this without doing any major damage.

Miss J and his six inch heels tapped nearby, waiting for her to put the shoes on.

"Every model needs to know how to walk a runway with distractions. Whether they be crabs, photographers, or crabs of a different sort."

Liz managed to find a pair that fit her and once she stood up, she only just managed to stop herself from falling over.

"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight."

"Now get in those heel hun," Miss J said, clicking past him in his own pair of heels.

The crabs snapped a few times. Angrily. If they could growl, they would.

Billy looked at the crabs, then at the stilleto heels. Then back at the crabs. And gave a chilling smile. Crab kabobs, coming up!

"Now put those heels on and strut!"

He wasn't so much strutting, as attempting to spear the crabs on the stilletos.

Miss J walked away because those poor shoes didn't deswerve such treatment.

No, the shoes are into it, it's okay.

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