The man blinked..
No. Scratch that, he shook his head.
The stupid clock that hung from his waist, always had this sort of effect upon him. Not that he was thrilled by it or anything. Actually quite the opposite. He jammed his hands into his pockets, before raising his right leg up to step upon the edge of the rooftop, and since at the time, the streets were barren. This would mean he need not have to deal with petty things, such as people moaning in pain due to the firey impact of which he landed.
Yes. He jumped off the roof. Nuts wasn't it?
Or maybe not since, everyone jumped from high places, and never died. Except Max Payne ofcourse, but what the hell. When He landed in his crouched position, a small explosion concrete flew everywhere, as his metalic shoes crushed the pavement. He sighed as he rose from his spot, and allowed the cig to fall from his lips, before promptly stepping on it. Exstinguishing the flame. Hell the only one he could. He would then roam the streets nochalantly his hands in his pockets. Oddly enough he felt a hint of cold in the air. Before shrugging and continuing with his path. His hands in his pockets, as the firey red embers would continue to cackle under his shoe.