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fandomhighdorms2015-10-07 10:32 pm
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The Roof, Wednesday evening
Raven had a very light schedule in the middle of the week these days -- which was good, because it turned out that taking correspondence courses was much more work than she'd expected. She'd totally thought Kathy was just extra-nerdy! But Raven had to keep on top of her online classes constantly if she wanted to keep her grades up, and no way was she going to tell Kathy she was failing.
It seemed like most of what Raven did was so she didn't have to tell someone she cared about that she was failing.
She'd spent most of the day inside studying -- anatomy especially was hard! All those latin names! Why did humans have to have so many bones? -- and as night fell, decided she needed a break and headed for the roof. It was gorgeous out, pleasantly breezy on Raven's scales, and she lounged against the edge of the garden area and looked out over the lights of the town.
Yeah, spending all day inside studying meant she hadn't noticed that this sort of behavior would lead to singing, today.
Ive been the token woman all my life
The token daughter and the token wife
Now I collected tokens one by one
Til Ive saved enough to buy a gun
Now you cant get even but you can get mad
And its not funny no and its not sad
Its just a feeling that Ive always had
Oh look out world Im about to be bad
I want a brief encounter in a stolen car
A hand on my buttock in a Spanish bar
I want to meet the man who wants to go too far
For a token of my affection
I want to taste excitement, smell the danger
Get swept off my feet by the perfect stranger
I want to try something that Ive never had
Oh look out world Im about to be bad
Ive been an awful woman all my life
A dreadful daughter and a hopeless wife
And Ive had my eyes on that carving knife
Oh youve been lucky so far
Im not crazy no Im just mad
I dont want to be sorry, no I want to be glad
Its a feeling inside that I have always had
So look out world Im about to be bad
Well. At least this time she wasn't singing about secretly being an animal.
[one expected, but also emo roof is open!]
It seemed like most of what Raven did was so she didn't have to tell someone she cared about that she was failing.
She'd spent most of the day inside studying -- anatomy especially was hard! All those latin names! Why did humans have to have so many bones? -- and as night fell, decided she needed a break and headed for the roof. It was gorgeous out, pleasantly breezy on Raven's scales, and she lounged against the edge of the garden area and looked out over the lights of the town.
Yeah, spending all day inside studying meant she hadn't noticed that this sort of behavior would lead to singing, today.
Ive been the token woman all my life
The token daughter and the token wife
Now I collected tokens one by one
Til Ive saved enough to buy a gun
Now you cant get even but you can get mad
And its not funny no and its not sad
Its just a feeling that Ive always had
Oh look out world Im about to be bad
I want a brief encounter in a stolen car
A hand on my buttock in a Spanish bar
I want to meet the man who wants to go too far
For a token of my affection
I want to taste excitement, smell the danger
Get swept off my feet by the perfect stranger
I want to try something that Ive never had
Oh look out world Im about to be bad
Ive been an awful woman all my life
A dreadful daughter and a hopeless wife
And Ive had my eyes on that carving knife
Oh youve been lucky so far
Im not crazy no Im just mad
I dont want to be sorry, no I want to be glad
Its a feeling inside that I have always had
So look out world Im about to be bad
Well. At least this time she wasn't singing about secretly being an animal.
[one expected, but also emo roof is open!]

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Forget the bull in the china shop
There's a china doll in the bullpen
Walk with a switch, fire in her fist
Biting at the bit
Swing at every pitch
Coach put me in like
What was this? Hunh. She opened the door and was on the roof, then waved to Raven as she sang.
Forget the bull in the china shop
There's a china doll in the bullpen
It's all in the wrist, fire from the hip
Talk a little shit, roll thick
Whole clique
Let's begin
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It's been assumed I'm soft or irrelevant
Cause I refuse to down play my intelligence
But in a room of thugs and rap veterans
Why am I the only one
Who's acting like a gentleman
Good form bad taste
Pity what a waste
All that style, not a thing to say
Looks to me like
A little of your true school
Is at the shallow end of the typing pool
All cloak, no dagger
Just smoke and swagger
...Hanna coughed. "I think I heard you singing too?"
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They love me, they love me not
Pulling pedals off my bike
You gotta strike while the irony's still hot
No telling what the kids might like
And I love this job, but ah, good god
Sometimes I hate this business
Hanna's voice cut off, and she frowned, tracing a finger over the bricks under her finger. "... maybe I understand this one a little too well."
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"There was a time when my world was filled with darkness, darkness, darkness
And I stopped dreaming now
I'm supposed to fill it up with something, something , something
In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody I knew before long long long ago
But I'm still trying to make my mind up
Am I free or am I tied up?"
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"I hope that your battery's charged
Cause I found this here ladder
Now your ceilings don't matter
Check me out
Now I got glass floors"
"... that sounds exhausting," Hanna admitted, listening to Raven's singing.
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"There will be no consolation prize this time the bone is broken clean
No baptism, no reprise and no sweet taste of victory..."
Hanna looked frustrated and pushed her hands through her hair. "I am going to have to find these songs, tomorrow."
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Satellites have closed their eyes, the moon has gone to sleep..."
It was actually kind of pretty. "At least I'm not singing something from a cartoon. Or something obscene."
"Unloved
Unloved..."
Ack.
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"Love doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners
And the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep loving anyway
We laugh and we cry
And we break
And we make our mistakes."
She reached over to pat Hanna on the shoulder -- but as was Fandom's wont, she then KEPT SINGING.
"And if there's a reason I'm by her side
When so many have tried
Then I'm willing to wait for it
I'm willing to wait for it."
She coughed. "Not . . . that there's any 'she' in particular. . . ."
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"Here I am inside a hotel
Choking on a million words I said
Cigarettes have burned a hole
And dreams are drunk and penniless
Here I am inside my father's arms
All jagged-bone and whiskey-dry
Whisper to me sweetly now
And tell me I will never die...."
"...and that has no significance either. At all."
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"I am the one thing in life I can control,
I am inimitable,
I am an original,
I'm not falling behind or running late,
I'm not standing still,
I am lying in wait!"
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Will lead us past the blindness
And not another living soul
Will ever have to feel
Unloved, unloved
Unloved, unloved
Unloved, unloved...."
Hanna paused, realizing the song was over - whew - and said, "You sounded proud of it, there. I think I envy that."
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"I change shapes just to hide in this place,
but I'm still, I'm still an animal," she sang softly, still smiling.
"Nobody knows it but me when I slip,
Yeah, I slip, I'm still an animal."
She laughed a little. "That's what I sang in class. And then I panicked, started losing control of my shift, and ran to hide in the bathroom."
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