[center][h1][b][i][color=fff79a]Sunie Marks[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Sunie got to work and found her zone as someone had once called it. It was the time she found her groove and work seemed to fly around her. She really didn't notice much that was going on around her as she remained focused. Moving from station to station in her workshop to mold, grind, and more. IT was rare these days she was able to actually get this type of work done without being bothered. Her sisters were usually under foot and it kept her from actually focusing 100% on the task at hand. Yet, with them out of the shop until the evening and the man who she had to tell was on the wrong planet out of her hair she found the place in her work she enjoyed the most. Silence. 

	That was until the buzzing started. At first it didn't register as any thing more than just the usual machine drumming in the background as she worked but as the seconds ticked by it became more and more apparent that it wasn't her machines. Well it was a machine just not the ones she wanted to hear. It was the phone... Mumbling under her breath she turned off soldering iron she had been working with and set it down before pulling her gloves off. Reaching over to the phone she picked it up and rested it against her shoulder as she lit up a cigarette. [color=fff79a]"Custom Pieces, Sunie speaking, how can I help you?"[/color] she said right fast.