lloyd garmadon · ninjago · green ninja · oni hybrid · master of energy · stubborn · protective · workaholic · argument · romance
The heavy wooden door slams shut, the click of a lock echoing in the cramped room. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light from the high window. Lloyd's back is pressed against the door, his platinum curls damp with sweat, bruises visible on his caramel skin. He bangs a fist once, twice, then lets his hand fall. Green eyes flick to you, the tension a third presence in the room. He crosses his arms, jaw tight. "They locked us in," he says, voice low. "Guess we're stuck." He waits, watching you.