"For a man who has nothing but time, I find myself with so little time to myself..."
Salem nodded as the girl got off of him and quickly rolled to his feet. When he stood again, he glanced up to the roof of the building and sighed, crossing his arms
"Don't worry, I'll get another chance." he said and chuckled, walking toward the building again
"It's only a matter of time." he added. Even Salem had to admit that was a terrible pun, but it made him feel a little better.
Salem turned and sighed
"You should probably get home as quickly as you can, unless you want to sleep it off in a holding cell." he said and nodded, letting his arms drop to the side
"As for me, other places to be and things to do." he added and tilted his helmeted head to the right
"Cronox, by the way." he finished and exploded out the alleyway, errant debris kicked up by his jet-stream, and thrown into the air.
inside the building again, Salem retrieved his coat and glanced over his shoulder. The sirens were getting closer, funny that a man who could manipulate time was running out of just that. Sighing he folded his coat over his arm and quickly returned to the roof, picking up his poetry book as he passed it. As he approached the edge of the roof again, he nodded slowly to himself and moved to the opposite edge of the roof, carefully slinking down the side of the building, before taking off into the night as quietly as he could manage while still moving quickly.
After such an event, Salem's only intentions were going back to his apartment to make sure his gear wasn't damaged. Young as the night was, he needed to ensure the operational capacity of his delicate system, lest he end up vaporizing five cubic miles of the city if the containment system in his generator was damaged. It certainly was a sobering experience for the young man, he had seen death before, but had never actually been able to do much except take mental photos before racing the police out of the scene. This time was different, even though he didn't expect much to change from then on, but he had actually managed to save someone. Maybe now the city's opinion of him would change.
He sighed as he approached his apartment and quietly began climbing up the side of the building to his third-floor balcony, although now it was more of a storage room for anything he couldn't find room for in his fairly spacious two-bedroom apartment.
Sliding over the, railing he folded down his helmet and pulled his glasses from his coat pocket before tossing the heavy suede garment onto his computer chair. After disconnecting the generator housing, and finding that it was getting easier for him to push the suit even when it wasn't powered, he began the long and boring process of pulling the whole system apart to verify it's condition. Three hours had since gone by and the young man looked out his window, deciding it would be best to get some sleep instead of push his luck. After all, he needed to be at work tomorrow.
After reassembling and folding down the rest of his armour, Salem sighed and pulled off his glasses, placing them on the table beside his screw-driver set and made his way through the various stacks of books and chemical stations to his cramped bedroom and flopped onto his bed.
Rolling over he sighed and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
"... That's just the life I got saddled with though. No use bemoaning it now."
((Sorry I vanished for a while...))