Parkour

He stood on the campus cafe's second floor balcony. The metal railing stood about three feet high which made it about thirteen feet to the ground, a little more actually. The balcony hung over the downward slope of a hill. A few feet to the right was a ground level wall with a metal railing topping it. The top of it was about seven feet to the ground. If he jumped to it his fall to the ground would be easier.

Once down the hill, around the parking attendant hut, he could jump across the tunnel entrance and catch the light fixture. From there he could swing up to the modern art sculpture and then all the way to the roof. It was only a medium grade and shingled, maybe seventy five feet at that end, so it shouldn't be a hard trip. There was a lawn on the other side of the art building with another art installation. This one was a series of poles and crossbars meant to mirror the mountains in the distance. Tall enough to bridge the height from wall to ground, the perfect way back to the ground.

Across the lawn was the engineering building. There were some pipes on that side of the building that he was relatively sure he could use to get to the balconies. The building was a series of expansions that led to a stair step of heights. The close corner was on the low end of it. Balcony hopping would get him to the other side where the loading docks were.  He could roll down the windshield and hood of one of the trucks to the ground once more.

After crossing the main drag through campus he could probably climb the northwest corner of the education building. There were two or three large metal grids attached to the wall there, the metal outlining eight two foot squares arranged in large rectangles. From those he should be able to get onto the metal walkway covers and across to Mansfield tower. Then up a couple more floors on the coping and he could squeeze into his room through the window.

By following this route he could avoid his ex who just walked into the cafe behind him, and his douche bag RA who she was now dating.

He took a deep breath and pulled his hood over his head. He drew gloves from his hoodie pocket and pulled them on.  Taking a few steps back, he ran and launched himself from the railing towards the wall.