So—for a variety of reasons—I've had the song "Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves" stuck in my head for roughly a week now. This has started to drive me insane. Consequentially, I spent a good chunk of yesterday composing new verses, just so I'd be singing something different. I found this so entertaining that I've decided to make it a party game (yes, this is now officially a party). Give me a girl from folklore, myth, literature, or hell, modern media, and if I have a clue of who she is, I'll write a verse.
A few rules:
1. Fictional people only. Real people go in the bridge, and I already re-write that every time we do the song live. 2. One girl per customer. 3. Jean Grey is not eligible. 4. Don't make me come over there.
Game on!...and now, game off. I already have more than I can handle, and I can't handle no more. Thanks for all the great suggestions, and please don't provide any additional girls for consideration in today's admissions.
Seconding Janet! I love "Tam Lin" soooo much, though exactly why, I do not know. Possibly her massive attitude and the way she takes hold of every situation and, yes, saves herself and gets exactly what she wants.
If you have not seen it already, you might want to have a look at this fanfiction challenge over on Dreamwidth. There are rather a lot of prompts derived from that book....
Dorothy just wanted something that she could believe in, She was angry and lost and alone, and too bitter for grieving, But she played her cards close to her chest and her hand, With an ace in the hole, seeking somewhere to stand, And when she met her savior, she asked him, "Is anything true?" He said, "Roses sing, skies burn, come on Ace, we've got work to do."
Katherine Pryde was a good girl who tried to be better, A slip of a thing with a spirit that no man could fetter, And she slipped through the walls that were put in her way, And it seemed in the end, she was too good to stay, But they say that she saved the whole world, and they say she was brave... It's a shame that the brave ones are always the first to the grave.
Talia woke in a world that was strange beyond measure, A princess turned into a toy for a lesser man's pleasure, But she made her escape in her shame and her shock, Though there's no weapon forged that can turn back the clock, And she'll never go home, for her home is some many years gone... And the true curse of slumber is this: she alone soldiers on.
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I still need to track down Emergence; I discovered (and devoured) Tracking after picking up an Analog to get one of
Actually, I think Candy deserves her own song. Made up entirely of her self-descriptions... 8-)
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--Ember--
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My first inclination is to suggest Polly (from Fire and Hemlock) or Janet (from Tam Lin), but they kinda already are wicked girls saving themselves.
Second suggestion:
Elaine, of Arthurian legend.
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Eleanor of Aquitane.
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If you have not seen it already, you might want to have a look at this fanfiction challenge over on Dreamwidth. There are rather a lot of prompts derived from that book....
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If, of course, you know the references and that too.
Sakura Kinomoto
Sarah Jane Smith
Charlie McGee
*runs*
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She was angry and lost and alone, and too bitter for grieving,
But she played her cards close to her chest and her hand,
With an ace in the hole, seeking somewhere to stand,
And when she met her savior, she asked him, "Is anything true?"
He said, "Roses sing, skies burn, come on Ace, we've got work to do."
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If not, you can just take me as seconding Veronica Mars and Pippi Longstocking.
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A slip of a thing with a spirit that no man could fetter,
And she slipped through the walls that were put in her way,
And it seemed in the end, she was too good to stay,
But they say that she saved the whole world, and they say she was brave...
It's a shame that the brave ones are always the first to the grave.
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(Though Irene Adler and Shego do tempt one to jump on those bandwagons...)
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A princess turned into a toy for a lesser man's pleasure,
But she made her escape in her shame and her shock,
Though there's no weapon forged that can turn back the clock,
And she'll never go home, for her home is some many years gone...
And the true curse of slumber is this: she alone soldiers on.
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