Somewhere On a Desert Highway
Who: Kate Austen, and whoever happens to come outside. Open post :)
Where: The garage, then outside
When: Late afternoon
Summary: Kate's craving freedom. She decides to check out the underground garage.
Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a Harley-Davidson
Her long blond hair flyin' in the wind
She's been runnin' half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin' with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes
~Neil Young, Unknown Legend
More than anything, Kate had always hated being cooped up, confined, and being here at the Hotel California was no exception. With each passing day, she found herself craving freedom more and more: the forests she'd explored with her dad as a child, the long stretches of highway she'd traveled on as a fugitive, even the dense jungles of the island and the busy anonymity of the city of Los Angeles. And of course, here, there was none of that. There was, however, a desert. A large desert. And, as she'd heard people mentioning around the hotel, an underground parking deck. With cars.
She'd never been there - as she'd told the FBI guy on the hotel network, the only thing she'd left in her own car was her cell phone, and that wasn't going to be at all useful - but she found the garage fairly easily. And yes, there were cars. She was looking around at all of them - checking out the mangled mess of an unfortunate Viper - when she saw it. A motorcycle.
She did briefly wonder whose bike it was (and had she stopped to think about it, she might have remembered that the now-disappeared House had been lamenting over the loss of his bike on their first day here) but wasted no time getting on the bike and turning the key. She'd already been on trial once for grand theft auto. Besides, what were they going to do, kick her out of the hotel for taking a joyride? She grinned to herself as the machine rumbled to life beneath her and she pulled out of the garage and into the desert sun.
It took a few large loops around the hotel for Kate to relax on the bike completely, but after that, the sense of freedom - however false - was intoxicating. She didn't know how long she rode - never getting far, as the hotel always loomed in the distance - but eventually she came to a stop near the hotel and turned off the bike. She was flushed, windblown, exhilarated, and as she sat on the seat of the bike facing away from the building, she could almost believe she was free.
Where: The garage, then outside
When: Late afternoon
Summary: Kate's craving freedom. She decides to check out the underground garage.
Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a Harley-Davidson
Her long blond hair flyin' in the wind
She's been runnin' half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin' with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes
~Neil Young, Unknown Legend
More than anything, Kate had always hated being cooped up, confined, and being here at the Hotel California was no exception. With each passing day, she found herself craving freedom more and more: the forests she'd explored with her dad as a child, the long stretches of highway she'd traveled on as a fugitive, even the dense jungles of the island and the busy anonymity of the city of Los Angeles. And of course, here, there was none of that. There was, however, a desert. A large desert. And, as she'd heard people mentioning around the hotel, an underground parking deck. With cars.
She'd never been there - as she'd told the FBI guy on the hotel network, the only thing she'd left in her own car was her cell phone, and that wasn't going to be at all useful - but she found the garage fairly easily. And yes, there were cars. She was looking around at all of them - checking out the mangled mess of an unfortunate Viper - when she saw it. A motorcycle.
She did briefly wonder whose bike it was (and had she stopped to think about it, she might have remembered that the now-disappeared House had been lamenting over the loss of his bike on their first day here) but wasted no time getting on the bike and turning the key. She'd already been on trial once for grand theft auto. Besides, what were they going to do, kick her out of the hotel for taking a joyride? She grinned to herself as the machine rumbled to life beneath her and she pulled out of the garage and into the desert sun.
It took a few large loops around the hotel for Kate to relax on the bike completely, but after that, the sense of freedom - however false - was intoxicating. She didn't know how long she rode - never getting far, as the hotel always loomed in the distance - but eventually she came to a stop near the hotel and turned off the bike. She was flushed, windblown, exhilarated, and as she sat on the seat of the bike facing away from the building, she could almost believe she was free.