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posted by 67Dodge
"Your Identification please, mister Barker," the female on the counter commanded. 

Damion reached into a pocket in his leather veste for a plastic ID card, setting it gently on the desk. 

"Certifications?"

Damion sighed, getting several rolls of paper. 

The lady at the counter took a look at each and every form set on her desk, scanning the bar codes and typing away at her keyboard with scrutiny. She first looked at the ID card, the black text lire "Todd Barker", and a non-smiling face stared back at her. She looked at the certifications as well. Her plump figure was clad in all black, with only one white patch on her chest lire "Marie". 

"Well, everything here looks correct, you've vouched and own a property, congratulations, you're in business." Marie handed Damion the papers back with a smile. 

"Thank you."

He took each paper, folding them up and picked up his business plaque, shuffling each in his flippers, and made his way out of the building with an awkward hobble. 

Damion opened his boutique as soon as each chair and station was ready to be used. He carefully organized each brush par color, size, and function, meticulously sharpened his ornate razors, mixed the creams and dyes until they were nice and pasty. The floor was tidied up, and register activated. Damion hung up his certificates, and threw on a white chemise and pants, black boots, and a dark blue vest. Now, all he had to do was wait for a customer. 

First they were slow minutes. Damion had all the patience of the world, he was thinking, wondering, picturing with his greatly expansive mind. minutes became hours. As the clock over the register chimed 3 o' clock in the afternoon, Damion yawned with boredom, readjusting his dark brown contacts over his true eyes. It was a few minutes in that a male manchot, pingouin stepped inside. 

"Good afternoon, um... Are you, Todd Barker?"

Damion didn't hesitate. 

"Yes, how may I be of service today, a stylish trimming of the hair? Soothing skin massage?" 

"Actually, none of the above, toi see, I need to get to an interview with a company over par the RoPa district, and I-"

Damion pretended to listen to this man's gush of a story. 

Wow, look at this fool talk, it's as if he's a mouth with feet and flippers, no wonder why no one will hire this clown. The way he swings his flippers when speaking, how he's leaning on the door lazily, yammering, his accent. I'd say he's a dirty Prole from outside getting migrant work and feeding off my taxes. Look at his belly, is he about to lay an egg ou is he stashing red weed in condoms in his gut? Suppose I coup de poing him and he'll get high instantly. Heheh..

"...So I was hoping I could get my chinstrap bleached and a trim to the feathers near my jaw?" 

"But of course."

The manchot, pingouin sat himself in one of the seats, awaiting for a cloak. 

Damion grabbed one of the many creams he had closed up, getting a swab, Q-tips, and a small brush, pulling out one of his razors. He brought each one over to the station par the chair the manchot, pingouin was seated in, then proceeded to grab a cloak, draping it around his guest's neck and covering his body. 

"Sorry, could we start soon? I have an hour.." 

Typical Proletariat scum... They never just sit back and stop worrying about their nonexistent problems. Damion thought as he dipped the brush in the cream. 

With careful strokes, Damion lathered the dye over the chinstrap on his customer, smoothing out the edges where white feathers met black ones. He gazed upon his razor, eyes dilating as he did, slowly picking it up. 

Why don't I just put this filthy animal out of his misery...? After all, he'd want that soooo much...

Damion unlocked the razor, sharpening it on a board. 

He lowered the blade near his customer's jugular vein, his flipper shook slightly. 

Yes. Yes. I want this, it will be perfect... 

He quickly pulled back, instead, angling the blade to shave the offending chinstrap. 

"There toi go sir, would toi like anything else? Haircut perhaps?" 

Damion wiped the remaining creams off with a towel, held up a mirror, revealing a clean, plain white surface over his guest's chin. 

"Nope, that'll do just fine!" 

Damion weakly hobbled over to the register to finalize the transaction. 

"That'll be five Antarctic Marks..." 

His guest got the amount, laid it on his desk, and headed out. 

"Thank you!"

"Don't toi want your change?"

"Keep it." 

The door shut and Damion stood in the boutique in silence. 

I can't do that... I need Hannah.. I need her so much.. She's counting on me to change my ways. I can't let her down~ 

Damion sat in one of his chairs and sighed. 

Why am I tormented to desire such violent fantasies...? Ever since that slut abandoned me for a one night stand I've wanted nothing plus than to purge the world of such RUDE people. Then, Hannah comes in, and she melted my cœur, coeur into her own~ I can't stop thinking about her châtaigne, châtaignier eyes, her beautiful smile, her delicate flippers, her small feet, her short legs.. It's so cute when she has to stand on her toes to Kiss me~ I can never forget her eyes staring tenderly back at me, her flippers caressing mine, her massive, wide rear en-

Damion paused. 

"Hang on!" 

He smiled. 

"The Kid is running around town slashing all the innocents of Antarctica for the sake of some demented fetish for blood. And I can't just make myself a target for the authorities... I WILL get to destroy somebody's life. Yes....! Oh that's brilliant~"

Damion put his razor blade in his pocket after closing it up. 

"Though, he's obviously masochistic, torture will do no good on him... Perhaps if I threatened to dispose of him swiftly and painlessly, I'm certain he'll be deathly afraid of not being able to fulfill his fantasies~" Damion smirked. 

At the strike of five o' clock in the afternoon, Damion shut off his "Open" sign, ready to close for the jour for one lousy customer. 

"Hannah will adore me for absolutely annihilating The Kid~" 

Damion stopped as he heard the door open again. 

"Sorry, we're closed right now, perhaps if toi can arrive tomorrow, I'll be here to assist you."

"Oh but Mister Barker, I'm suffering a terrible case of loneliness~" 

Damion recognized the voice instantly. 

"Hannah!" he ran over to his mate, giving her a soft kiss. 

"Missed me hun?" 

Damion blushed. 

"But of course I did~"

"What were toi just talking about?" Hannah smiled. 

"I was thinking about the properties of the diameter of your rear end~" he chuckled.

"Oh is that so?" Hannah laughed.

"Yeah, it was awfully slow today~"

"Aww... Maybe I should take toi for some souper to cheer toi up~" Hannah hugged Damion. 

"No need to, I'm not that hungry." Damion hugged her back. 

"C'mon darling, let's at least grab some meat pies for a quick bite," Hannah a dit as she kissed his cheek. 

Damion sighed happily. 

"Fine... Only because toi suggested it~" 
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posted by SgtSkipper
After finally managing to free Kaitlyn, everyone regrouped in what looked like the lobby downstairs to discuss further plans on renovating.
“There's a hole in the roof in that room upstairs” Tressa gestured at the roof, “That's why the wood was rotted, with damp”
“We'll just have to stick a bucket under it for now, it's getting too dark to be going outside” Emma sighed. “For now, we'll just have to fix everything indoors”
“It would help if we could see...” Amber replied.
“I'll see if I can find the switch” Lexii stumbled around in the dark.
“Agh!” Kaitlyn screamed abruptly....
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The heure afterwards, I went off with these penguins to see the zoo in it's entirety. Skipper the Skipper (Woah, ego trip there. O.e) advised that we start at the main gate to get this tour through. So instead of heading there on foot, they led me towards the inside of their Habitat. Climbing down, I saw that their accueil life was pretty simple and rugged: Ugh, barbaric dwellings, my foot tabouret has better style than anything in here. All I saw inside was solid concrete, and only one window that only gave toi an underwater view, it would be nice, if it had poisson SWIMMING IN IT!!! Then again, this...
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posted by _Lexii23_
Rico looked at Kowalski and shuffled over to get his doll girlfriend. He came back and propped her up against the mur then kissed her on the cheek.
Kowalski smiled. "Thank toi Rico." He steadied the Inanimatron on his shoulder and gently pulled the trigger. Everyone gasped as a bright, swirling, red beam engulfed Mrs Perky. She was lifted off the ground a few feet before the rayon, ray stopped. She fell to the ground and toppled over.
Rico walked over to her and stood her back up. He grumbled something and touched her hand. To everyone's surprise, she slowly lifted her arms and hugged him back....
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posted by ILUVKOWALSKI
(This is set in the an 2011, it's February 1st, Emma interests have changed a little since the last two, she's started watching plus grown up shows, mostly crime shows like, Supernatural, Criminal Minds and NCIS:Los Angeles, she recently has become a big fan of a singer called Olly Murs, but Westlife are still her all time favourites. :3)

Emma sat in her bunk, consumed par thought. It was the early hours of the afternoon and the team had gone to get snowcones. Emma had been feeling a bit distant recently, and her head was filled of thoughts of confusion, depression, loneliness and temptation....
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Location: unknown
Date: today
The four penguins stared in fear at the murdered penguin. Korrina got the gut to squat down suivant to the body an examine. She was the smart one, after all.
After a minutes korrina stood up.
"what is it?" arriana asked.
"just as I suspected!" korrina said, "she was murdered..."
Arriana slapped her in the back I the head, "no, I thought she was baking a cake, toi dumbbutt."
"meanbutt!" korrina yelled in her face.
The four of them headed back to their house, forgetfull of the scene, unknowing that it would soon cause their world to turn around.

Mark lay on the couch, flipping...
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A/N: Yes, this is just the prologue, but chapter 1 is coming soon. And if toi wanna be in it, just let me know in a comment. Well, hope toi like it! :D :A/N
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"Aw, yeah! Now THIS is the life!", Dylan thought. "Moving suivant to that rich guy was the smatest thing I've ever done!" Going through his trash, he found quite a buffet. "Caviar, filet mingion, steamed lobster. This guy eats well!" Filling up his garbage-can-lid plate, he plopped down on a trash-bag chair, only to feel a sharp pain. "Ouch! I must have sat on a broken wine bottle ou something." But...
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"They've been gone way too long!! We need to go after them!! Hannah needs me, the rest of the group needs our army," a dit Jett. Alvandier then looked at the pond briefly, then turned back to Jett. "You're right, it's been seven days too many," a dit Alvandier. Jett then looked at the pond as well. "Seems the Earth is now rebuilding itself from pollution still, the clouds are white, and the sky is blue, now, even the water got cleaner," a dit Jett. Alvandier bowed his head down. "What's the matter Alvandier?" asked Domingo, budding into the conversation. "I failed my men, they all died on my account,...
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posted by RoseThePenguin
Chapter 3

   I was sitting down in front of a room. Luke had gone in with another, older penguin. I was recollecting the short scene that unraveled before Luke left to talk with the older penguin.

   "Oof." I grunted as I rubbed my head. I landedon something soft. It turned out to be a mattress. I looked around and saw some different looking penguins helping me and Luke up. Once they set me down, I started to dust myself off. I felt myself being poked and stared down at. The other penguins were staring at me curiously.

   "Who's she?" one of them asked Luke.

   "A friend." Luke answered...
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posted by chatterbox55
( ) = thought

it was 3 o' clock in the morning in the manchot, pingouin H.Q. when private woke up and he noticed skipper wasn't in his bunk. "hmm i wonder where skippa is" private a dit to himself then he saw skipper's shadow exiting the front door so he did what any other curious person would do follow him. Private followed skipper down to the sewer and then that's when skipper turned around and saw private "PRIVATE! what are toi doing here?" skipper demanded "uh well y-you see-" "no it's not sûr, sans danger here private listen to me if I'm not back par 3:45 pm tell Kowalski he's in charge and do not and I mean DO...
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posted by chatterbox55
( ) = thought

it was 3 o' clock in the morning in the manchot, pingouin H.Q. when private woke up and he noticed skipper wasn't in his bunk. "hmm i wonder where skippa is" private a dit to himself then he saw skipper's shadow exiting the front door so he did what any other curious person would do follow him. Private followed skipper down to the sewer and then that's when skipper turned around and saw private "PRIVATE! what are toi doing here?" skipper demanded "uh well y-you see-" "no it's not sûr, sans danger here private listen to me if I'm not back par 3:45 pm tell Kowalski he's in charge and do not and I mean DO...
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posted by Mockinjay1400
Okay, so I wanted to make a short little oneshot at the history of Amber, her sister, Taylor, her parent, childhood friends, and her very interesting lie as a seven Y/O all the way until she's 14. Enjoy!!!

Okay, this is probably only gonna be the first of two ou three, since its been weeks since i started this, and im still on when they're seven.

July 31
"Ugh!!!" Sable yelled in frustration, "The last jour of summer is worse than the first jour of school! It's our last jour of freedom, Sunrise is closed, and Michael D'Arkangelo is moving to Ohio!!!" she dug her grey muzzle into her snowcone, creating...
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The suivant morning, Saturday, July 28th was wet and dreary. The zoo would be closed today because of minor flooding.
The men awoke at 01100 hours, far later the Skipper would have tolerated.
"Sleep well, guys?" i asked
"Surprisingly, yes." a dit Tom, followed par "Got any coffee?"
"Of the non hot- water- with - a -sardine- in- it kind, no. But we do have Private's favori tea." I said.
"And Breakfast?" asked James
"Take your pick. We have, Fish, poisson annnnnd Fish!" I said.
It's weird. If toi gulp down a lot of them, it fills toi up." a dit Kristen
"What do toi guys do for fun here, when you're no training,...
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posted by kowalskirocks14
Truth in lies 5.1
"Eurika! It's done!" kowalski burst out the lab with a small box in hand. Attached to the box was a long string with a casque on the end.
"skipper?" e called.
Silence.
"skipper, rico, private where are toi guys?" 
plus silence.
Kowalski ran to Marlene's place.
"Marlene have toi seen skipper?" kowalski panted as he chocked out his words.
"yeah, I saw them being carried off par some big animals." she answered.
"and amber?" 
"I last saw her with that new guy. I dot know what happened to her-" 
Kowalski left before she could finish the sentance.

Kowalski searched the entire park, the whole city, and just about all of manhattan.
Nothing.

He searched via radio waves, radar, Nd a lot of other things.

Still nothing. 
He worried for hours.
Until he realized exactly what happened, and who done it.

TBC...
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posted by 67Dodge
"You... Never told me before Richard..." Hannah was petrified.

"Of course I never told toi before, I'm your friend, not your mate!" Richard barked.

"Even then, why don't toi tell anyone else? It doesn't sound like such a bad thing, beside-"

"I am the emperor! I have unchecked absolute power! toi can change this! toi can control that! Verdamut nuk mal Hannah!" Richard shouted in annoyance.

"Richard, calm down..." Hannah sighed.

"I WILL CALM DOWN WHEN ANTARCTICA HAS CRUSHED ARCTICA!" Richard screamed.

"Look, I know being bastard born is very bad in the public image, I understand, okay? The Walter...
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