Post by Lonnie Astor on Oct 30, 2013 3:38:53 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] LONNIE JUSTICE ASTOR  LONNIE | TWENTY-TWO| ART HISTORY | SLOTH ------------------------------------------------- WELCOME, TAKE A SEAT. START OFF WITH YOUR NAME, HOW OLD ARE YOU? Hello there! I was born Victoria Michelle Astor. It was such a boring name for a girl like me. So, I changed it as soon as I was eighteen. Lonnie Justice just made more sense. There was power behind that name almost like it couldn't be messed with. It was my protection against the big bad world that I was following my boyfriend into. Plus, the boyfriend enjoyed calling me Lonnie. It was just something that made sense. My name is now Lonnie Justice Astor. Man, I sound like a rockstar. You can call me Lonnie. That being said, I'm twenty-two years young. There's not much that I haven't done in those twenty-two years though. It's been a blast adventuring out into the real world. ------------------------------------------------- AWESOME. ARE YOU A LOCAL? Well, back in the day, my family moved around New England a lot. I'm not really sure where I was born, but they did finally settle into New York where I claim to be from. It's a great place, you should really go there some time. ------------------------------------------------- NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED. GOT A BIG FAMILY? I'M AN ONLY CHILD. Do I really have to go into this? Okay, well...umm, there's my mom and pops, George and Evelyn Astor. Great people, one of those couples that were together since high school. Then there's my four wonderful younger brothers. I say this sarcastically. The four Hellions, the name given to them by me lovingly, are Daniel(age 16), Dean (age 16), Michael (age 13), and Jordan (age 9). They all look like spitting images of my dad. Then there's relatives across the states which I don't think I should get into since I have like fifty cousins. Yeah, I come from a huge family. The one person I'm really close to is my Grandmother Sophie. She's the one that made coming to San Fran possible. I owe her everything, and when I become a big time art person, I'm going to pay her back in full. ------------------------------------------------- GO FIGURE. DO YOU THINK YOUR FAMILY SHAPE WHO YOU ARE AS A PERSON? If my family had anything to do with shaping me, I guess really I failed them. My parents tried to teach me that through hard-work anything could be accomplished. Instead, I became a slacker getting through life by the skin of my teeth. My grandmother taught me how to be a lady. How did that turn out? I became a naive young lady that enjoyed the company of young men. If my parents could see me now, they would be looking at me with disdain. I'm a chain-smoking druggie that just sits at the window painting random scenes from memories of my life. This is what I've become. I was once a dreamer that wanted to become a big shot person in the art world. Now, I know the harsh reality of life. Life isn't for the dreamers it's for the people that have dealt with heartbreak. All I ever wanted was someone to love me. I thought that if I loved them back that was all that matter. My parents were so happy in love. They had been first loves to each other. My first love was also my first heartbreak. I had been so naive to believe a word that he said to me. He got what he wanted from me, and then threw me away when he was done with me. This heartbreak did something to me. True love was a lie, and I started to not believe in the gushy stuff. I became cynical not wanting anything to do with that crap. All I wanted was someone to warm my bed for a night, and then I threw them away when I was done. True love was a lie, and that's all I think about when I meet a guy. Art is my life. Art is the air that I breathe. I couldn't have survived anything without my paintings. Sketching can be relaxing, but painting is my real passion. There was still that dream of being on display in an art gallery one day. My heroes were the big guys like Van Gogh and Picasso. They're unique outlook on life helped feed my muses. All I want to do is change someone's life with my artwork. If I do that for one person, I will see that my dream has been accomplished. I could die a happy person. There's one thing I fear besides spiders and small spaces...and that's having children. Seeing the way I've turned out, I don't want to produce another copy of myself. My grandmother tried to warn me about the dangers of love, and I know I should have listened to her now. It scares me to have a child and have her go through the same things in life. I don't want her to be a cynical artist that only sleeps with men to soothe the aching in her chest because of one man. Donnie ruined me. I'm depressed...like clinically depressed. There were moments when I thought about ending it all just because of him. Of course, the drugs help me so I'm not staying in my bed all the time. Then there's the pain pills that numb the pain and the anti-depressants that make sure I don't go insane. There was one day I almost thought about going after Donnie and making it so no one would him ever again. So what am I? I am a typical artist that suffers for her heart because she's been heartbroken. They really should make a movie about my life. ------------------------------------------------- THATS DEEP, MAN. YOU SEEM PRETTY INTERESTING, YOU MUST HAVE AN INTERESTING BACK STORY, HM? This is the part where I start singing the Fresh Prince theme song, right? I was born somewhere in New England. My parents were fresh out of high school grossly in love with each other. They wanted to make it on their own in the big, wide world so they moved into a small apartment. Don't worry, I know I'm the reason they got married, but it worked for them. They were happy. We were content in our little family constantly on the move now so that dad could stay working. It wasn't until Michael was born that we settled in New York...Brooklyn to be exact. The neighborhood was loud and filled with large families like ours. The other kids thought I was an odd one, but I didn't care. They were all just insignificant peasants that I had to deal with on my road to greatness. That's what I kept telling myself even though I knew I was getting bullied. This was my childhood. I had to put up with four younger brothers. It was hard showing that I was a girl in a family of men. My grandmother helped me with that. Grandma Sophie was my anchor to reality. She always told me I was her favorite even if she wouldn't admit it to the boys. I knew that she would love no one like me. It showed in the way that she ran her fingers through my auburn hair or buy me the dress that I had been wanting for weeks. Sophie was loaded so spending wasn't really an issue for her. The one thing I'll always remember when we spent time together in the city was when she looked into my eyes saying, "Baby doll, don't you end up like your mother! She had her life ahead of her until she met her father. You make something out of yourself and don't fall for some boy's lies. They're all just trouble." At that moment, I swore to her that I would never fall in love because boys were jerks. That's how I thought about boys until I was sixteen sitting on my front stoop staring out at the bustling city lost in my thoughts. There he was across the street hanging out with some of his friends. My heart skipped a beat, and I knew that this was love at first sight. His name was Donovan, and he was going to be the love of my life. The first meeting was us making out in his friend's basement after I smoked pot for the first time. The smoking was a first as was the making out. Boys had never been a problem until now. Donnie was on my mind all the time. This was when I started to rebel. It started with cigarettes and then went to staying out in the city all night. It was amazing that I even passed some of my classes. Donnie was a natural in class always passing without any trouble. I envied him so much, but at the same time, I knew I couldn't live without him. There were the fights but they ended with something that would have made Grandma Sophie blush. When I turned eighteen, I changed my name to Lonnie. Our group of friends laughed saying it was perfect. Donnie and Lonnie the heart warming couple that would be together forever. We were turning into my parents, and I couldn't even see it. I was blind in love just like Sophie warned me not to be. The day I graduated, I broke the news to my parents that I was taking a year off college. They had big dreams for me, and all I wanted to do was relax for a bit. School would still be there for me when I was ready. That year turned into two and finally Donnie wanted to move away from the East Coast. He said he'd outgrown all his friends and wanted a change of scenery. They had a pretty nice school in San Fran where we could both study what we wanted. Plus, it was gorgeous. Grandma Sophie was happy to help me out as long as I promised to study extra for her. We took a road trip to the campus so we could enjoy the ride to our new life. My mom cried the day I left. She said something about her baby girl being all grown up. It was really gushy, and I tried not to cry myself as I hugged them good-bye. Honestly, I didn't know when I would be coming back to New York. Before we left, Donnie gave me a promise ring telling me when he had enough money that he would give me the world. It made my heart melt a little bit as I left my childhood behind. San Fran was amazing. The campus was nice and the people were beautiful. All I wanted to do was sketch all day. Donnie said I was getting somewhere with my artwork. I had to find something to do while he was always too busy to be with me. That's when I found out he was a lying, cheating jerk. The girl was a blonde, and I wanted to punch her face in the moment I saw her with my Donnie. They definitely weren't worried about anyone finding out about them. Everything after that is a blur. I do know that I threw the promise ring at him and told him to shove it where the sun doesn't shine. He kept begging me not to leave him and said she meant nothing. I had been so naive that I wanted to just believe him. I cried for three days and didn't get out of bed. Then the partying started. Drinking, drugs, and boys were going to be my medicine. That's the way I've been since he broke my heart. ------------------------------------------------- MAYBE I SHOULDN'T HAVE ASKED. ANYWAY, THATS IT. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME. So glad that's over! It's been great and everything, but I've got canvases begging to be filled with color. Peace out! ------------------------------------------------- THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED BRINEE AND SITS AT 22. SHE LIVES IN THE CST TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO LILY COLLINS, DON'T YOU THINK? |
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