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Who: Kara Thrace and Barney Stinson
Where: the hallways of the hotel, then...?
When: evening, after dinnertime
What: Just two people. Two innocent people. Oh, yeah right. Who are they kidding?
Kara was on what had become her daily - or sometimes, more-than-daily - run around the hotel. It was one of the few things in this godsforsaken place that allowed her some semblance of sanity. Whenever she began feeling too hemmed in by the hotel, she dressed in her shorts and tanks and took off to do several laps through each floor of the place. And no, it wasn't the same as her morning runs around Galactica, and it certainly wasn't the same as training runs through the mountains of Caprica, but it was something.
Tonight, she was keeping pace with the old military chant in her head as she ran through the hallways of Hotel California. Five little Cylons in the grass...Watch that Raptor light their ass... she chanted under her breath, to the beat of her combat boots on the plush carpet of the hotel hallways.
Where: the hallways of the hotel, then...?
When: evening, after dinnertime
What: Just two people. Two innocent people. Oh, yeah right. Who are they kidding?
Kara was on what had become her daily - or sometimes, more-than-daily - run around the hotel. It was one of the few things in this godsforsaken place that allowed her some semblance of sanity. Whenever she began feeling too hemmed in by the hotel, she dressed in her shorts and tanks and took off to do several laps through each floor of the place. And no, it wasn't the same as her morning runs around Galactica, and it certainly wasn't the same as training runs through the mountains of Caprica, but it was something.
Tonight, she was keeping pace with the old military chant in her head as she ran through the hallways of Hotel California. Five little Cylons in the grass...Watch that Raptor light their ass... she chanted under her breath, to the beat of her combat boots on the plush carpet of the hotel hallways.