<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://jawbreaker.nyc/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/JDW6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bishop<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Danger Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Waiting for arrivals for a small training group<br/><hr/><br/>Bishop entered the danger room with a serious expression. He never took the subject of war lightly, and his lessons often resembled basic training more than school teaching. He was loud, commanding and even aggressive if it came to it. But his methods produced undeniable results, giving his students the capacity to fight as though their lives depended on it. Sometimes the other teachers could be critical of his methods, but Lucas couldn't grasp how anyone would want to allow a student without this knowledge onto a battlefield. The Brotherhood was no group of teenagers, they were experienced killers to the core.<br/><br/>He glanced about, and it seemed everything was in perfect working order. Heading over to the controls he flipped through a sea of scenarios, nearly anything being possible. But he just needed it very simple today. With a flick of a few switches the entire room was transformed into an inner city back alley. When students entered the door behind them would be a rusted corrugated iron one, although it would still lead back to the school. Towering buildings stretched up on both sides, and the floor was littered with assorted garbage. The faint sounds of cars and the bustle of civilian life could be heard, but the alley itself was devoid of life.<br/><br/>He'd be focusing on defending against an ambush or sudden attack, here, as that was considered one of the most likely ways for casualties to happen. First off he'd be sparring with the students himself, and then perhaps training alongside them a little if there was time. Although he wasn't at all sure who'd be showing up. It was typically the rougher, more determined students who were more willing to attend his lessons. Anybody possessing a nervous disposition wasn't well suited to the environment he tended to create. He'd train them regardless, and try to help them in one on one sessions to adapt to the harsh situations. In the meantime he simply lent against the side of the alley, dressed in a dark grey hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants. Just some typical workout gear, nothing that restricted motion but not real field gear either. Even the double XL hoodie did little to conceal just how heavy he was, his 285lb frame clearly showing through.<br/>