February 15, 2025 5:57 PM CST
Alana had never had an easy life, her parents worked alot as she grew up, she was raised by neighborhood friends, babysitters and school teachers. Her parents were killed when she was ten years old and she was put into the system, bullied by the other foster kids most of the time too, which turned her into a shy and quiet person who never found another family. Alana grew up unwanted, unloved, but suicide was a selfish idea who she kept trudging forward in life. When she was twenty one and a better person who wasn't completely awkward, she began working at Jitters, and that's when she met him, Barry Allen. Alana had never seen a smile that lit up the room like his did. Alana had gotten to know Barry over the last year then, until he disappeared after the accelerator went off, and everything changed for Alana. She panicked for days because of what she'd become, but three years later, she had full control of her abilities. But hard times fell on Alana, she couldnt seem to find work, and if she did, she didnt get kept long for whatever excuse they came up with. So, the only way to keep going is becoming a thief, and Alana was good, very good thanks to her abilities, including getting camera information and codes by simply paying attention at the right times. She'd managed to take several thousand from a few local banks without getting caught, and then met someone who she could steal jewelry and jewels for, and have them sold on the black market, which made for a bigger profit. That's why she was in the current jewelry store, taking only what she needed for a few million dollars which she put into off shore accounts until she needed it down the road. Alana was sure she had trick wired the alarm, but the two that came in made it worse. The small bag she had dropped to the ground as light hit her and she pressed her eyes shut. Alana was dressed in black leather pants, a black fabric tank top with a black leather jacket over top, her blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail. Alana held up her hand to block the light from her eyes enough she could open them, seeing the two well known speedsters in front of her. "Flash and Quicksilver...isn't dime store jewelry robberies beneath you two by now?" She jokingly remarked. "And yes I'm not taking the good stuff, I take what I need to survive, so if you'll excuse me" Alana added as she picked the bag back up, taking a necklace and some rings out of it. "Profit is nice, but this will do" she muttered before she vanished, blending into her surroundings as she moved, the outline of her figure just barely visible to the naked eye.
Alana had never had an easy life, her parents worked alot as she grew up, she was raised by neighborhood friends, babysitters and school teachers. Her parents were killed when she was ten years old and she was put into the system, bullied by the other foster kids most of the time too, which turned her into a shy and quiet person who never found another family. Alana grew up unwanted, unloved, but suicide was a selfish idea who she kept trudging forward in life. When she was twenty one and a better person who wasn't completely awkward, she began working at Jitters, and that's when she met him, Barry Allen. Alana had never seen a smile that lit up the room like his did. Alana had gotten to know Barry over the last year then, until he disappeared after the accelerator went off, and everything changed for Alana. She panicked for days because of what she'd become, but three years later, she had full control of her abilities. But hard times fell on Alana, she couldnt seem to find work, and if she did, she didnt get kept long for whatever excuse they came up with. So, the only way to keep going is becoming a thief, and Alana was good, very good thanks to her abilities, including getting camera information and codes by simply paying attention at the right times. She'd managed to take several thousand from a few local banks without getting caught, and then met someone who she could steal jewelry and jewels for, and have them sold on the black market, which made for a bigger profit. That's why she was in the current jewelry store, taking only what she needed for a few million dollars which she put into off shore accounts until she needed it down the road. Alana was sure she had trick wired the alarm, but the two that came in made it worse. The small bag she had dropped to the ground as light hit her and she pressed her eyes shut. Alana was dressed in black leather pants, a black fabric tank top with a black leather jacket over top, her blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail. Alana held up her hand to block the light from her eyes enough she could open them, seeing the two well known speedsters in front of her. "Flash and Quicksilver...isn't dime store jewelry robberies beneath you two by now?" She jokingly remarked. "And yes I'm not taking the good stuff, I take what I need to survive, so if you'll excuse me" Alana added as she picked the bag back up, taking a necklace and some rings out of it. "Profit is nice, but this will do" she muttered before she vanished, blending into her surroundings as she moved, the outline of her figure just barely visible to the naked eye.
