[center][h1][b][i][color=fff79a]Sunie Marks[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Cars rolling down the street and people heading to wherever it was they needed to go at this hour - work or crime, it didn't matter. The sun was rising but Sunie had risen hours earlier. Already in her shop working. There was always a deadline to be met, especially in Cheapside. Though it seemed that some were just racing towards a death. Moving as quickly as they could from one place to another but the end was always the same. Death came for everyone and usually long before anyone was ready for it. 

	The noise on the streets was ever growing as the sun climbed higher in the sky. It was why Sunie got up so early each day. What little so called peace could be found when she worked was usually long before the sun rose. Granted not near as much could be heard inside the shop with the roar of the furnace and the hammering of materials, the sizzle of steel as it was cooled in luke warm buckets of water. Yet she knew it was going to be far more loud in there soon. Her sisters had yet to peak their heads in and as soon as they did any semblance of peace and quiet was going to fly straight out the window. War was quieter than the Marks sisters when they were together. (And they were always together.)

	The hiss echoed through the room as Sunie plunged a piece of red hot steel into the water, steam rising up as the liquid bubbled. Rotating the piece with her tongs as beads of sweat dripped from her chin. It made her think of the elder of her two younger sisters, Sana. The woman could be cold as ice but once she was placed under pressure she was a bomb that exploded. A cool exterior did nothing to match that woman's temper. Sunie hoped over time that Sana would find a better balance. Not being either turned off or turned on to full boil. That had yet to happen. 

	Then there was the other sister, the youngest of the trio. Lola. Sunie had to wonder if one night her father had dropped the girl on her head, a few thousand times. Not that Lola wasn't knocked stupid but the girl had a certain way and that way was all her own. Everyone had something they could probably call a spirit animal. Where as Sunie might be looked at as a wolf, Sana as panther... Lola was more like a radioactive peacock on laughing gas. Oh well, to say she was colorful and always happy was an understatement. Yes, a radioactive peacock on laughing gas.  

	"Suuu-Suuu-Suuniiiieee!!!" a voice yelled out from the small lobby area in the front of the store as the bell above the door rang. That was Lola... Sunie thought as she pulled the metal from the bucket and set it on the worktable. Tossing the tongs to the side she pulled up her goggles and took a breath as she wiped the sweat from her brow. 

	[color=fff79a]"In the back,"[/color] she called back as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The back curtain over the doorway flew to the side and there was [url=http://cdn1-www.afterellen.com/assets/uploads/2015/10/tankgirl.gif]Lola.[/url]

	"Morning Sunie-shine!"