<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.xmen-supreme.com/images/Bishop.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name: </strong> Lucas Bishop<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Holding Cells<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> X-uniform <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/></span><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Not too far from the quarters of the sentinel known as "Traitor" resided Lucas Bishop in his very own holding cell. This was the best living arrangement anyone could agree to for the time being. <br/><br/>He wasn't trusted enough for a dormitory, nor did he particularly car for one. The cold sterile environment reminded him of home. It's distinct smell or lack thereof, he didn't seem to mind too much either. <br/><br/>He sat against the bunk of bed, idly juggling the vibranium bowie knife, he found this dangerous exercise somewhat relaxing. The sound of clacking heels caught his attention, nearly cutting himself by the distraction, his knife balanced on the gap of hand. <br/><br/>Soonafter, Psycloke passed his cell to  engage the one known as "Traitor". "None of my business..." Bishop turned himself away on his cot to get some needed snooze. Though that would have proven difficult given his restless state. </span></div>