Alana/OPEN
She had to get out of Madison Square Garden for a little while. Perhaps when the weather was better and there was a greater necessity to gather supplies or go, well, anywhere, Alana would be able to volunteer and make herself useful again. Until then, when an opportunity such as this presented itself, she would have to jump on it with exaggerated enthusiasm.
There were days when she wanted to talk to people and other days when she did not, plain and simple. Just as many of them had experienced loss and grief, Alana's was simply much more recent. It was as though she had a lot of catching up to do, somehow; at least, that is how she felt. To feel some sense of belonging, Alana went with Aileen and a few others to form a small band and get supplies, which included a large bag of varying sizes and styles of formal wear. Those that had wanted it would get it. People needed a 'night out'.
Alana had gotten considerably thinner in size. Two sizes, even. The dress she had originally picked out for herself was much more conservative than the strapless number her sister dug out of the bag for her to wear. All of the running she was doing was the culprit. She hardly cared, truth be told. To make up for the bare shoulders, she left her long hair down. And since it had been years since she wore heels of any sort, Alana--to the dissatisfaction of Aileen--wore her trusted boots instead.
With ease, she hopped up on the bar stool at the counter. Yes, the real, smooth kind of bar that they would have found out in the old world. Her hand ran over it just a bit in an appreciative manner. On her runs around MSG's halls and stairs, she had seen people setting this all up but had somehow missed when the bar was brought it. A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth until she was distracted by another person on approach.