Multiverse's Next Top Model: Shoot Somebody Who Outdrew You

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[OOC: Backdated to before System Shock.]

The TV lights up in La Casa Smize.

Two contestants remain. Now you must fight to the death to become the Multiverse's Next Top Model.

Fiercely in Love,
Tyrant Banks
Disclaimer: Please remember that Multiverse's Next Top Model, Tyrant Banks, Modelesque Entertainmet, and all associates and producers do not encourage violence between contestants unless it boosts ratings and long-term viability for the models in question.

Rachel and Ruffnut are then ushered to their final runway challenge and photoshoot.

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[pretty_lethal]

And at that, Rachel may have just grinned. A little.

"I'm pretty sure nothing in the mission briefing said we couldn't take it out on them afterwards." And then a pause. "Not that that'd matter." Because really, 'failing' Stacy was a pretty low concern.

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"Aw man, lame." Ruffnut pouted but in good humor. After all dignity had never been too high on her list of priorities.

She may feel differently after watching how the cameras portrayed her experience though.

[pretty_lethal]

Rachel smiled still, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm not sure I'll let it stop me one way or another."

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Ruffnut's smile was eager but less excited. She REALLY didn't wanna blow her first mission where everything seemed to be going well and she was actually a part of it's success. Up till now every mission she'd been on she either botched, or had no actual effect on the outcome.

This was different though. Somehow...she had been important enough. Special enough to win her way to the top.

And that thought filled with her with determination. Sure it didn't matter really which one of them won, Stacy won in the end.

But Ruffnut was determined. This was HER mission to put in the win column.