No, no, I don't own Atlantis, Disney does, so please don't sue me - my
pocket book is opposed to lawsuits :- )
Jinxed
I guess you want my story, huh? My name's Vincenzo Santorini, and I guess on the outside I'm a kinda rough guy, you know, demolitions, explosives..BOOM. Yeah, you get the picture. But I guess I should mention that my family owned a flower shop - you name it we sold it. A gas leak next door in the Chinese laundry ruined that, and almost killed me on the side. I've said it before that I found myself that 'BOOM'.
I joined this group a while back as demolitions expert, and we found this book, uh, or journal in Iceland with all this hocus pocus in it about some lost city or somthin like that. Well, it turned out not to be hocus pocus at all, and it left me and the team filthy rich. Of course, being myself I couldn't resist opening another flower shop, right next to a Chinese laundry to top it off. History repeated itself and I literally saw my life pass before my eyes as I flew through the wall and was thrown to the ground in front of the smoking remains of the laundry.
I don't think there's any way to explain it, except maybe like a curse, something about Chinese laundries....
Anyway, I ended up finding myself back with the Atlantis team, trying to demolish any remaining Atlantian weapons. How fun, I mean I saw mind control, this guy who tried to destroy the world, a double portion of hocus pocus, and oh yeah, to top it off, I had to put up with Mole for what seemed like eternity. I guess it worked out though, since I'm standing in the newly resurfaced Atlantis at this very moment, staring out the windows of my exotic flower shop, in heaven I guess you could say.
It took a lot of guts for me to try the floral business again - I wanted to open a laundry but Mole said everyone prefers flowers to clean clothes, and I believe him, at least in his case. I mean, they grow in the dirt, right? You can't wash clothes in dirt, although I'm sure he's tried. Anyone would guess that if they could smell him. Overpowering doesn't even scratch the surface.
But anyway, as for me, I opened this little shop here in Atlantis, and I'm doing pretty good, you know? Not too many flower shops around here. I'm pretty happy with my friends and my flowers, and my keg of nitroglycerin (in case of emergency).
I heard a series of thumps against the wall behind me, and I remembered being told that a man was movin his business in next door this morning. I stepped out of my shop and peered at the shop.
The site that met my eyes was a building of typical tan Atlantian brick, covered in those little swirly designs they seem so fond of.
"Wonder what it's for?" I thought aloud. "Eh, I'm gonna find out soon enough. After all, I'm kinda stuck next to it."
I turned my back for like, two seconds, and I hear this poundin noise like a hammer, so I look back at the building and almost faint. The guy was nailing up a sign for a laundry - a Chinese laundry. **DANGER** signs flashed through my head as I though of that little keg sitting just inside my door. It was like a sign from God..I almost swallowed my match. Any second now....
BOOM !!!
The explosion threw me across the street, where I could clearly see that 'No more Chinese laundry' is an understatement.
"Fate..." I muttered as I picked myself up off the pavement and lit a match with a flick of my thumb. I seriously must be cursed...
I've given up on flower shops now..but I opened a nice little laundry just down the street from the palace...
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There you go! Review and/or flames are welcome. It was all in good fun, guys! Thanks for reading!!! (I have some of these for other characters too, and I'm open to suggestions)
Jinxed
I guess you want my story, huh? My name's Vincenzo Santorini, and I guess on the outside I'm a kinda rough guy, you know, demolitions, explosives..BOOM. Yeah, you get the picture. But I guess I should mention that my family owned a flower shop - you name it we sold it. A gas leak next door in the Chinese laundry ruined that, and almost killed me on the side. I've said it before that I found myself that 'BOOM'.
I joined this group a while back as demolitions expert, and we found this book, uh, or journal in Iceland with all this hocus pocus in it about some lost city or somthin like that. Well, it turned out not to be hocus pocus at all, and it left me and the team filthy rich. Of course, being myself I couldn't resist opening another flower shop, right next to a Chinese laundry to top it off. History repeated itself and I literally saw my life pass before my eyes as I flew through the wall and was thrown to the ground in front of the smoking remains of the laundry.
I don't think there's any way to explain it, except maybe like a curse, something about Chinese laundries....
Anyway, I ended up finding myself back with the Atlantis team, trying to demolish any remaining Atlantian weapons. How fun, I mean I saw mind control, this guy who tried to destroy the world, a double portion of hocus pocus, and oh yeah, to top it off, I had to put up with Mole for what seemed like eternity. I guess it worked out though, since I'm standing in the newly resurfaced Atlantis at this very moment, staring out the windows of my exotic flower shop, in heaven I guess you could say.
It took a lot of guts for me to try the floral business again - I wanted to open a laundry but Mole said everyone prefers flowers to clean clothes, and I believe him, at least in his case. I mean, they grow in the dirt, right? You can't wash clothes in dirt, although I'm sure he's tried. Anyone would guess that if they could smell him. Overpowering doesn't even scratch the surface.
But anyway, as for me, I opened this little shop here in Atlantis, and I'm doing pretty good, you know? Not too many flower shops around here. I'm pretty happy with my friends and my flowers, and my keg of nitroglycerin (in case of emergency).
I heard a series of thumps against the wall behind me, and I remembered being told that a man was movin his business in next door this morning. I stepped out of my shop and peered at the shop.
The site that met my eyes was a building of typical tan Atlantian brick, covered in those little swirly designs they seem so fond of.
"Wonder what it's for?" I thought aloud. "Eh, I'm gonna find out soon enough. After all, I'm kinda stuck next to it."
I turned my back for like, two seconds, and I hear this poundin noise like a hammer, so I look back at the building and almost faint. The guy was nailing up a sign for a laundry - a Chinese laundry. **DANGER** signs flashed through my head as I though of that little keg sitting just inside my door. It was like a sign from God..I almost swallowed my match. Any second now....
BOOM !!!
The explosion threw me across the street, where I could clearly see that 'No more Chinese laundry' is an understatement.
"Fate..." I muttered as I picked myself up off the pavement and lit a match with a flick of my thumb. I seriously must be cursed...
I've given up on flower shops now..but I opened a nice little laundry just down the street from the palace...
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There you go! Review and/or flames are welcome. It was all in good fun, guys! Thanks for reading!!! (I have some of these for other characters too, and I'm open to suggestions)