Roof Hopping

A figure in orange leapt from the warehouse, landing lightly on a roof-mounted water tower. Flipping off, Gibbon landed on the roof below. Running at full speed, he performed a single flip before going over the side like a diving champ, his arms spread.

It was always this midpoint, Phil reflected, that he enjoyed during his runs. Off of one surface, not at the other one yet…Whoops, pay attention, monkey-boy!

Grabbing a power line, Gibbon swung around once like a parallel bar performer, giving himself an extra boost before letting go. Missing the lip of the roof by nearly eight feet, he stuck to the wall like a fridge magnet, before clambering to the top of the building, scaring off a few birds. Didn’t even need my grapple.

These were the evenings Philip really enjoyed. No villains to fight; no rescues; no emergency calls from Mrs. Tyler; just pushing his powers to the limits, enjoying the city.

(NOTE: If anyone wants to continue Gibbon’s stories, feel free to contact me).