Bay City - Dr Grav
Curiously, the message simply faded into dust. What had until been recently an intact paper message, had in seconds fallen to pieces. This must truly be the midnight society, what luck! Karl Wilson, alternatively named Dr Grav, stood at the side of the road, silhouetted against the dim lighting of the Bay city streets. Reaching his arm to the sky, he hailed a taxi to travel to the previously mentioned Little Ben clock tower. Entering the car, Wilson slumped in the chair, parroting the place name as it was written on the note to the driver, then pausing and darting his eyes to the mirror, locking eyes with a vacant looking cab driver.
Wilson was still in suit as he sat in the car, a purple eggplant asking for a ride. After a few seconds the driver, unimpressed, said "Whatever, pal" cranking the handbrake and driving out. The brief embarrassment had dampened Wilson's spirits, as he moved considerably slower as he exited the cab, craning his head to survey Little Ben, ironically named considering it rivalled the size of it's overseas cousin. Regardless, the aspiring criminal genius Dr Grav was still determine to join the big leagues of the villainous elite. Standing at the base of the tower, Grav focused his power upon his body. Lighter? What better to get to the top of the tower he thought. The force of the wind suddenly hit him like a train, uh oh, too light, went through his mind as the wind scooped him off his feet like a leaf, being taken where nature decided as he flailed helplessly in the air.
Falling to the top of the tower with a thud as gravity returned his weight to him, Grav peered up hearing the echoed cries and conversations of people within. On top of all this, the event had started without him, typical.
Making his way inside, the dark city night gave way to a warm, homely room filled with food lavishly laid out a great table. Noticing the others already inside, Grav was somewhat disheartened that the society spread the invitation to others. Despite this, he attempted to console the young girl immediately in front of him bawling her eyes out. "Er, don't worry... I wanted to be the only one here as well" completely misreading the situation. As he stood awkwardly to the side, noticing the authoritative man at the edge of the table, he wanted nothing more than to fight, defeat him, then take his place in the midnight society. However he fought this tendency, instead oddly flexing at the edge of the table as he wrestled with that area of his personality.
Resounding to quell his violent need to be the best, Grav snatched up a sandwich from the table, asking "So, what's going on here?" with a mouth full of bread.