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[May 10] [Ace Attorney Investigations] Self-Made Sinner (Part 1)
Title: Self-Made Sinner (Part 1)
Day/Theme: May 10, 2010 "In fur and gold"
Series: Ace Attorney Investigations
Character/Pairing: Calisto Yew
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Part 2 coming tomorrow.
Possibly some spoilers implied, but this is just an attempt at backstory.
When Calisto turned sixteen, her foster parents set her up with a job at the local hardware store (DeNault's True Value Hardware). They were the third family she had lived with, the second family that wasn't her own. Deborah, her foster mother, had a brother who was an assistant manager at the place. Calisto ran the cash register. She had to wear a red vest with a name tag on it. The name on the tag wasn't "Calisto." She had been thinking of herself as Calisto for a while now, calling herself "Calisto" over and over until it stuck. That was what she'd convinced all her teachers and classmates to call her when she started high school. Phil, her foster father, would call her what she wanted, but with Deborah the name never quite stuck. Deborah Robins was one of those people who didn't think you did any favors for teenagers by indulging their whims. So the name tag read "Danielle."
Danielle Sophia Peretti. It was only the name on her birth certificate. Calisto tried on names like shoes, picking a new one every season, but only bothering to tell anyone else about it if she thought it really fit her after she had spent some time wearing it in. She had been born "Danielle," but had lived her life as "Dani," "Sophia," and now "Calisto."
The job payed minimum wage. Calisto couldn't have cared less about hardware. She saved her money and dreamt of furs and gold, like her mother had worn, but the real things, not ratty faux-ermine, the texture ruined by the washing machine, and tacky jewelry, all gold paint and cheap crystals instead of 14 carat and diamonds. Her parents had been total losers. It was no surprise that they had lost her to the state, just like they had lost the cruddy apartment they called home (or more like Calisto called home- her parents often only showed up to crash and sleep off hangovers). Calisto couldn't count the number of times she had woken up to find her mother in the kitchen with a bottle of vodka in her hand (the hair of the dog, you know?) and her father couch-diving for spare change to pay back his dealer. Her mother had thrown him out for cheating on her before he was busted for drug possession and robbing a Seven-Eleven. It wasn't like her mother hadn't cheated herself. She was just better at keeping it a secret.
It was always older men. Divorcees and widowers. Some of them had children. It was a good tactic. Men were the only thing Calisto would admit her mother had any sense about.
Money was the complete opposite. No matter how much she got out of her current beau, she always managed to completely blow it. The heat was always getting cut off by the utility company. And then the electricity and her mom would cuss out Southern California Edison. Like it was going to make a difference.
So Calisto hated DeNault's. And being called "Danielle" by her coworkers (except Brian because he knew her from school). But she was only sixteen. She dreamed of saving her money. She dreamed of living the high life. When she turned eighteen, she was moving out and changing her name and no matter what she had to do, she was never going to be poor again.
Day/Theme: May 10, 2010 "In fur and gold"
Series: Ace Attorney Investigations
Character/Pairing: Calisto Yew
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Part 2 coming tomorrow.
Possibly some spoilers implied, but this is just an attempt at backstory.
When Calisto turned sixteen, her foster parents set her up with a job at the local hardware store (DeNault's True Value Hardware). They were the third family she had lived with, the second family that wasn't her own. Deborah, her foster mother, had a brother who was an assistant manager at the place. Calisto ran the cash register. She had to wear a red vest with a name tag on it. The name on the tag wasn't "Calisto." She had been thinking of herself as Calisto for a while now, calling herself "Calisto" over and over until it stuck. That was what she'd convinced all her teachers and classmates to call her when she started high school. Phil, her foster father, would call her what she wanted, but with Deborah the name never quite stuck. Deborah Robins was one of those people who didn't think you did any favors for teenagers by indulging their whims. So the name tag read "Danielle."
Danielle Sophia Peretti. It was only the name on her birth certificate. Calisto tried on names like shoes, picking a new one every season, but only bothering to tell anyone else about it if she thought it really fit her after she had spent some time wearing it in. She had been born "Danielle," but had lived her life as "Dani," "Sophia," and now "Calisto."
The job payed minimum wage. Calisto couldn't have cared less about hardware. She saved her money and dreamt of furs and gold, like her mother had worn, but the real things, not ratty faux-ermine, the texture ruined by the washing machine, and tacky jewelry, all gold paint and cheap crystals instead of 14 carat and diamonds. Her parents had been total losers. It was no surprise that they had lost her to the state, just like they had lost the cruddy apartment they called home (or more like Calisto called home- her parents often only showed up to crash and sleep off hangovers). Calisto couldn't count the number of times she had woken up to find her mother in the kitchen with a bottle of vodka in her hand (the hair of the dog, you know?) and her father couch-diving for spare change to pay back his dealer. Her mother had thrown him out for cheating on her before he was busted for drug possession and robbing a Seven-Eleven. It wasn't like her mother hadn't cheated herself. She was just better at keeping it a secret.
It was always older men. Divorcees and widowers. Some of them had children. It was a good tactic. Men were the only thing Calisto would admit her mother had any sense about.
Money was the complete opposite. No matter how much she got out of her current beau, she always managed to completely blow it. The heat was always getting cut off by the utility company. And then the electricity and her mom would cuss out Southern California Edison. Like it was going to make a difference.
So Calisto hated DeNault's. And being called "Danielle" by her coworkers (except Brian because he knew her from school). But she was only sixteen. She dreamed of saving her money. She dreamed of living the high life. When she turned eighteen, she was moving out and changing her name and no matter what she had to do, she was never going to be poor again.