Act I
The night of November 22nd, 1963.
The scene opens up to a dark room. A long, rounded table fills the small space. One man sits at each side of the table with a third figure at the rounded end. None of their faces or appearances are clear, but the three men seem to know each other very well. The man at the far end of the table slams his fist down onto the table, causing an empty cup to topple over and a few pieces of paper to become displaced.
“I can’t believe they fucking killed him! I didn’t think they had the balls to do it!”
Another man tries to respond in a calm, soothing voice.
“Mr. President, we have greatly diminished the numbers of their kind over the last year. There was no way we could have foreseen this action.”
A much deeper third voice joins the conversations.
“We must react with swift justice. Their numbers are dwindling. At one point, there were tens of thousands of Lizard People, if not more. Now the number is far less. We need to finish them off, now.”
Silence fills the room, before the man at the far end of the table sighs loudly.
“You’re right, Robert. When they were on the defensive, they couldn’t do anything. That’s how John, bless his soul, was able to get into office in the first place.
But we mustn’t get ahead of ourselves. We currently do not know where their stronghold is, and we only have tabs on a handful of confirmed, dirty reptilians.”
“Then what action do you propose, Mr. President?” The second voice asks.
“I need you two to decide which of the lizards that we know about should be, slain. Analyze the knowledge we have, but take caution. We need to keep some alive, so we can trace them back to their home base. Robert, Dean, this is an important decision, but I trust you to take care of it.”
President Lyndon B. Johnson rises from his seat with a new found inner peace. Although the slaying of his running mate has not been fully internalized, he has figured out his course of action.
“Thank you, Mr. President.” The two men reply in unison.
The scene fades out, as Johnson leaves the two men to decide which Lizards will face justice.
Act II
The early morning of November 23rd, 1963.
In the security of a dark, private bedroom a creature rests on a queens sized bed, sleeping the night away. The creature is wearing the type of clothes that a woman in her early twenties would wear, implying that the creature is likely a female. Like most of its family members, the green head of the reptilian is covered in scales and its webbed hands stick out from the sleeves of its baggy t-shirt. The lizard was not much larger than an average sized woman, but the toned build of a lizard means that she is much stronger than a regular woman.
The room is decorated with poorly done art that does not complement the rather plain walls of the room. On the night stand rests a bible with many pages folded over and marked. The rest of the apartment was otherwise bland. The one bedroom residency was by no means extravagant.
Hodiah had lived in this apartment for around two years. Previously, she lived closer to her kind, headquartered in Philadelphia. After raising the token human child, she was granted the opportunity to move away and develop a life akin to humans. She was given a lump sum of cash that would enable her to pay rent and live a regular life without having to work a human job for several hours of a time, which is simply impossible for a lizard person to do.
To create the illusion of a regular citizen, Hodiah represented herself as a twenty three year old Catholic woman. She taught Sunday school every weekend for a few hours, and in her spare time made mediocre art. She lived under the name Joann Graff, and she had no reason to suspect that she would soon meet her bitter end.
Dressed in monochromatic, black attire, a large man crept into the small bedroom. The lock on the front door was easily disabled, and the bedroom door was already creaked open. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a vile filled with an orange colored fluid.
While encroaching on the sleeping lizard, he removed the cotton that stuffed the vile. Standing over the reptilian, he looked down at the figure with utmost disgust. How can we live in a world that these vile creatures contaminate?
With a surge of pride, the man came to the realization that what he was about to do could only be considered God’s work.
With great agility and strength, the man grabbed the throat of the sleeping lizard. In a fraction of a second, the reptilian’s eyes shot open and the panicking creature transformed into a human. The scales melted into skin, and the sharp eyes rounded themselves out. A fatal mistake.
The man laughed; the woman cried out.
Without a moment’s hesitation, the fluid was poured down the women’s throat.
Hodiah’s instinct betrayed her. As a lizard, it is common to immediately transform yourself into a person when surprised in order to protect your identity if someone accidentally stumbles upon you in your true form. By transforming into a person, Hodiah became a form of herself that was much weaker and unable to fight off a much larger human.
To further her problems, she felt something she never felt in her life. She had a growing internal feeling that she was unable to go back to her lizard form.
In her mix of confusion, the man struck her hard in the head. The pounding repeated again and again, sending her into immense pain and a daze. Mostly unconscious, she feels his hands rise to her throat as the life is strangled out of her.
Standing above the corpse, the man begins to go through the creatures belonging. The immediate intention is to frame the corpse as a victim of a vile serial killer. He undresses the girl and throws her clothes into a hamper off to the side, before he carefully selects a few pieces of clothing from her closet.
He dresses her with a light blue blouse that he recklessly pushes up to her armpits. Then he knots together a pair of black nylon stalking and a neon green leotard around the girl’s neck. Lifting up the corpse, he positions her in the corner of the room in a lifeless heap.
The scene fades away as the killer searches through the lizard’s belongings, hoping to find valuable intel about the Lizard’s community.
OOC: I wrote this RP with the intention to be posted with Act III. Since the combined three acts were a bit over the word limit, I chose to split them up into 2 RPs. As a result, this doesn't seem particularly relevant to my RP. Act III ties it in a bit. So please take this into consideration when ranking the relevancy of this piece to my match, if there is any issue, PM me.
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