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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"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.

"Does she work well with missing toes?" Mac called back reaching down to remove one of the crabs between two fingers. "Because, I don't."

Miss J... had not response to that. So, he just continued to shout at her to be fierce and to 'work it'.

The crab left go with one claw to snap angrily at the approaching fingers.

Mac winced as the crab dug it's pincers into the end of her finger, and immediately started trying to shake it off. She found out this doesn't really work, ~~as the mun can confirm having done a similar move with a hamster~~.

"Ow," she whined. Starting to walk again, in the hope that once she got to the end, all would be better. Her hand is still attached to crab, which is still attached to leg, however.

It's not the most graceful catwalk manouvre ever.

It was certainly a unique walk. Miss J applauded when Mac reached the end of the runway. "You did good, baby. There were hardships and you just pushed right on through, just like Tyra would."

Mac wasn't sure if she actually wanted to be like Tyra, but managed a wan smile anyway. "Uhh, yeah," she said absently as she continued to attempt to pry the crabs off her shoes enough so she could remove them.

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