Gravel crunched as his booted feet pounded on the rooftop, propelling him faster and faster as he closed upon the precipice. A small hop on to the ledge, then a great push with all the strength his legs could muster, and Ethan was sailing through the air over a sixty foot drop. This one was always frightening... the roof of the building that was rushing up to meet him was a good twenty feet lower than the one he had left behind, and a twelve foot gap between the buildings themselves. If he didn't die, this shortcut would shave several minutes off of his trip home. It all came down to the landing... Remembering to exhale<span style="font-style: italic">before</span>landing this time, his feet landed hard on the gravel-covered roof of the club, Ethan's forward momentum propelling him into a practiced shoulder roll. Quickly recovering to his feet, Ethan vaulted up onto the bulky air conditioning unit, then launched himself onto the staircase access. Landing in a squat, he perched there, his hands on the roof of the access between his legs like a gargoyle, he looked down onto the street below.<br/><br/>Ethan knew this club well, despite never having ever set foot inside. It was near the center of his territory, and had been a hotspot for Freaks of all sorts. Hell, it still was. A good portion of his night was spend watching this place, waiting to intercept anything trying to prey upon the inebriated clubbers as they came and went. He was sure that funny stuff went on inside, but he could not very well run about inside of a club with cattle prods, knives, mace, and the rest of his toys now could he? Besides... they played nothing but crappy dubstep in there anyways... Ethan<span style="font-style: italic">hated</span>dubstep.<br/><br/>So for now, he was more than happy to roost up here, where he could watch over his hard-won territory. It was not much, but it was a small sanctuary from the horrors this city harbored just beneath the surface. Even within this sanctuary, he could never really call the streets under his care 'safe'. It was like fighting the Hydra sometimes... you cut one head off, three more spring up in his place. Frustrating, to say the very, very least. Ethan felt his legs begin to tingle beneath him as pins and needles started to set in. Confident that nobody below would ever consider looking upwards, he rose to his feet to catch his breath. The full moon hung in the sky behind him in what would be a very dramatic looking backdrop as he loomed over the streets were there anybody watching...