Shoot me up! -- OPEN

[Dustin Delampe]

Ah, photo shoots. Wonderful things, really. All the being fussed over, bossed around by needy divas, having instructions barked at you, and all the yelling if you failed to follow said orders. Brilliant. Despite all that, they still had the potential to be a lot of fun! They usually didn't quite live up to the potential, but hey. What could you do, right? Running his hands through his hair for the umpteenth time, and being reprimanded for it of course, Dustin climbed out of the limo, making his way towards the mass of people, and lights, and backdrops (why have a shoot outside if you're just gonna bring backdrops anyways?!), and cameras that had been amassed right smack dab in the middle of Faraway's central park.

As he walked, he was accosted by several people, giving him directions, messing with his hair, and even touching up his makeup, and this was before he had even set foot on the proper site of the shoot itself. Oh, but when he finally did? Wow, the things he saw. The place was swarming with animals! Well, maybe swarming was a bit of an overstatement...And the animals were, for the most part, just dogs...but ever once in a while, he did catch site of a slightly more exotic breed. His absolute favorite being the baby tiger. As much as he liked to preserve his masculine, 'macho' image, he had to admit. The thing was absolutely adorable. Apparently this shoot was going to have something to do with animals.

Eventually they saw fit to fill him in. This was to be a shoot for some animal rights movement, or organization maybe? Which he was definitely all for, he had just never heard of it before. It struck him as a bit odd, that a tiger cub was being included in a shoot that seemed to mainly focus on promoting the adoption of rescue dogs instead of going to breeders, and getting your pets spayed and neutered, things like that. Not that he was complaining, considering -- once again -- the thing was adorable! But, as it turned out, there was good reason for his presence.

Evidently some guy had been thick enough to think that breeding tigers was a good idea. No professional supervision or anything. Oh, and he was doing it in his apartment. In. His. Apartment. Breeding fucking TIGERS. In his apartment. Insane as it may be, it would seem he had managed to succeed, and without getting himself mauled to boot, and this little fur ball was the end result. Honestly. Seeing the things some people did sometimes? Well every once in a while it made him damn proud to not be called one of that species.

A grin broke out across his face as he was handed the first dog. Unable to resist, Dustin took a few moments to pamper the little Boston Terrier, cooing gibberish to the dog and petting him, before holding it to his chest, and smiling towards the camera. The shoot went great, for the next half hour or so. He got to interact with a few more dogs, and the little tiger cub, who he was incredibly sad to see go, until he had to handle a particularly feisty beagle pup, who managed to worm his way away from Dustin. The Djinn cast a slightly panicked look at the dog handlers, but they waved him away, saying that he'd let the dog get away, so it was his problem.

Cursing, he took off after the dog, following it deeper into the park, and away from the streets, thank god. Finally, finally he caught up with the insane dog, when it stopped to sniff some stranger's shoes. Swiftly kneeling, he scooped the wriggling mass into his arms, breathing a sigh of relief. "Gotcha now, don't I?" he asked, kissing the pup on its head, before looking up, and grinning a bit sheepishly at the stranger. "Sorry. Little guy got away from me."

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Notes: Yes, John Barrowman did get to pose with a baby tiger.