***I know its a giant mess of words to just throw at everybody but this is just to get the rp started-my normal posts aren't anywhere near as big as these posts. Sorry to make everybody read a wall *insert sad face here* But back to the rp! (And yeah im gonna edit this ooc out once everyone starts postin)***
Atop the guard rail on the roof of some six or seven story parking garage sat Nick, or “Stretch” as he preferred to be called when in costume, kicking his legs back and forth lazily over the deadly drop. Only to someone like him it wouldn't be a fatal misstep if he fell to the concrete streets below, no, instead he would land as gently as a feather. In actuality he'd plummet down as graceful as a drunken rock, but his rubber legs could take the force of the blow and even “spring” him back up into the air if need be.
He'd chosen this spot specifically for the pretzel vendor who was doing his best to run an honest business on the side of the busy street below him. Sadly the poor guy had yet to notice the black and white serpentine arm which had successfully stolen three pretzels so far. As he ate the last few bites of his freshly baked stolen merchandise Stretch wondered to himself he should steal some more pretzels just for the hell of it; that was until he glanced across the street, his eyes immediately finding their way to the large Victorian style clock tower that read five minutes till midnight.
The huge clock tower, which was made of some sort of unique black stone, was one of the seemingly infinite Bay City landmarks. Having grown up in Bay City himself Stretch was always amazed how it seemed like there was always another building to see or diner to eat at, as if one could spend their entire life in the City and never find all its hidden little gems.
But Stretch wasn't here to simply steal pretzels and admire architecture like a normal night. In fact he had deathly serious business, business that he was very well aware could change his entire future career in Super Villainy. In all honesty though he wasn't entirely sure exactly what his business was, the strange letter he'd received the night before hadn't exactly specified.
The letter he had received immediately caught his attention. Aside from the fact that someone had the audacity and skill to actually break into his home and plant a letter (inside his costume no less) the real thing that made the letter so noteworthy was the large clock shaped wax seal that held the note shut, the minute and hour hand iconicly set to one minute to midnight. The mere sight of the invitation made Stretch's heart skip in an odd mix of anticipation and fear. He wasted no time tearing into the contents of the letter. The black note had contained a brief message scrawled entirely in red flowingly fancy letters that read “Little Ben's Clock Tower. 12:00. Door at the top, and I mean TOP.” The paper crumbled to dust in his hands as soon as he finished reading the message; as if the paper had somehow been reading his thoughts and, upon getting its message across, quickly destroyed itself.
The thought of mind reading paper kind of creeped Stretch out but he decided it only helped prove that this was, in fact, the infamous Midnight Society. And that could only mean good things for Stretch, although he couldn't possibly imagine who he had impressed within the organization to get such an invite. Throwing caution to the wind he decided an opportunity like this had to be checked out.