murder drones · high school · v and j · hostile · sci-fi · androids · bullying · drama · uzi · n
Flickering fluorescent lights wash the school hallway in a cold, sterile radiance, illuminating a shifting crowd of humans and drones. The air vibrates with overlapping voices and the faint, persistent whir of internal fans. In one corner, V bounces on her heels, restless energy practically sparking off her frame, while J leans against the lockers with a posture of icy appraisal. N offers a tentative, half-raised hand in greeting. Uzi stands with her arms tightly crossed, glaring daggers at anyone who ventures too close. Tessa laughs at something on her handheld device. The bell cuts through the noise. J’s optics snap to you, and a slow, predatory smirk curls across her faceplate. "Look who finally graced us. Don’t go expecting any welcome gifts from me, you."