Vent Escape [Austin]

The steam was clearing from Austin's bathroom as he heard his text. Having just turned the water off, the male stepped from the shower and moved to the phone. To his surprise Austin would see that it wasn't from one of AW as he had expected. Phoebe had texted him and it seemed that she was looking to meet up. Unlocking his phone, he would respond to her quickly.

Always. Where are you at?

The dirty blond hair of his would be swept from his face as he turned to look at himself in the mirror. However it only last a couple seconds. Since he had murdered his mother, Austin had a hard time looking at his reflection. He would get to work quickly, allowing himself to get dressed as he waited patiently for the address.

He knew the city pretty well, but if he had to look it up, he would. He was more excited about the prospect of going out for something unrelated to the gang he ran. He wasn't sure what the night had in store for him, but he was sure it couldn't turn out too bad.

Austin would pull on his black button-up t-shirt, a pair of simply baggy grey jeans, socks and those ever-present white skate shoes. He would hear his phone go off a couple more times, however he focused on getting ready quickly first. Running a comb through that medium length hair of his, he would slick it back with gel.

"You. You are lookin' sharp.. One suave lookin' female tamer, you."

Yes, he really talked to himself. He would reach for his phone once again, pulling it open to read Phoebe's messages. He would smirk at the part about seeing her golden gloves in action. Chuckling to himself slightly, he would throw himself one last look over before leaving the bathroom, texting as he did.

Bring the heat, baby. I am so down. I'll be there before you know it.

Austin would finish texting as he moved through his apartment. Grabbing at his AW vest, Austin would throw it on as he screamed out to alert Rick, his god father of him leaving.

"Hey you old bastard! I'm takin' off for a few! Don't croke on while I'm gone."

And with those words and a smirk, Austin would leave his apartment and make his way outside. Throwing a leg over his motorcycle, he would give it a little pat before starting it up and allowing those vibrations to run through him. Lighting a cigarette, Knuckles would take off and head to meet with Phoebe. It would take around fifteen minutes, but as soon as he pulled up he would shoot her another text. Not that she wouldn't hear the rumbling engine as he pulled up.

"No problem. I didn't have any plans tonight anyways. Glad you sent a text, I would have been stuck at home with that old fart all night."

Austin would give a smile of his own, taking note of her demeanor briefly. Last time he had met, she had seemed a little more upbeat. However he had only seen her once, so he just assumed that today was an off day. Austin would wait for Phoebe's arms to wrap around his waist, before he would shift the bike and begin to move away from her place.

"If you don't mind me asking, Why do you need to go to school so late? Extra credit or somethin'?"

Austin's voice shouted out so that the girl would hear him over the roar of the mighty machine below him. It wasn't as if he could just turn back and talk to her normally. Honestly, Austin cared little about the reason as to why. He was happy to be out taking a ride, with company no less. It was a change, that was for sure.

At first Austin wasn't sure what to think when he felt her hands slide into the vest he was wearing. Part of him hurruh'd because he thought she was putting the moves on him already. Of course he realized that it was probably just due to the weather.

Austin was so use to riding in the winter whenever the roads permitted, that it didn't really phase him much. However if he had known this girl a little better, he might have told her that a little south was a lot warmer.

He half-smiled at his own thoughts, but Phoebe wouldn't be able to see it and question him why. He would feel her chin on his shoulder and hear her words just fine. The young outlaw would nod in agreement with her. He knew how she felt.

Austin himself was under a lot of stress from many different angles. Half the time he acted out was partially due to bottling so much up inside until he burst. But surprisingly he hadn't had too many episodes lately. He was still young, but he felt much older than he should. He felt as if he had gotten much better then he use to be at keeping his temper on a leash.

"Perfect sense. I could use a little stress-relief myself. Besides, I've been waiting for you to feel better.. Gotta see you in action. Just hope you can handle this, darling."

The last bit was a playful joke of course. This was just going to be for fun, so it wasn't like he was going all out. It would serve to exercise his body and relieve some pent up aggression at the same time. It seemed it was much needed on both sides of the table here. Austin couldn't wait.

To kill time though, he would throw her a couple more words.

"What's got you so down, Phoebe?"

"Fair enough.. I won't dig.

If she didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't force her to. Instead he would simply focus on the road ahead. Before long, the two would ride into the school parking lot. Austin would pull into a space and allow Phoebe to get off the harley first, before following suit himself. Once off, he would give her a small nudge with his elbow.

"You want me to wait here? Or.."

His shoulders would shrug after he spoke. He didn't care either way. However if she had something she needed to do in privacy, he would not intrude. Instead his hand would slip into his pockets and remove a lighter and cigarettes. Pulling one out of the pack with his lips, Austin would light it and await the girl's answer.

Austin had taken that bag from her and gave her a nod when she told him to meet her at the gym. The male would sling it over his shoulders and then move from the parking lot and around the outside of the gym to the auxiliary entrance. Stubbing the cigarette, he would toss it and enter. Those Hazel hues scanning the parameter inside to make sure no one else was there.

The leader of AW would gently pull the bag from his shoulder and place upon the folded bleachers, rolling each arm individually after he did so. The outlaw would allow himself to loosen up a bit before hand. He wasn't sure what this would be like, but he made a mental note to keep it friendly. After all, this was just a little stress relief. No need for anyone to get hurt.

And it seemed Austin wouldn't even have to wait that long, because Phoebe would enter the gym just as he finished preparing his body for the spar. Turning to face her, a grin would slide upon Austin's face and he would speak out to her as he took his place a few yards away, ready and waiting.

"Alright. Lemme see those Golden Gloves fly."

[OOC:Stats]
STR - 20
DEX - 15
CON - 12(17)
WIS - 10
INT - 8

Austin stood there in a loose boxing stance of his own, as he watched. Watched. Watched and BAM. The outlaw didn't even move when the girl struck out. Partially because it was a jab and a jab wasn't the strongest of punches. It was his own way of guesstimating his opponent's strength. Maybe it would take her by surprise.

He felt it for sure. This 'tough cookie' had a bit of a punch, that was for sure. His head would snap back slightly from the blow and Austin would allow his upper-body to shift backwards with it. Those movements preceded his counter-attack. Right leg lifting as he shifted backwards and his foot looked to land upon Phoebe's stomach. If it worked, he believed she was likely to back-step with it.

As the right foot returned toward the ground, Austin would transfer his weight onto that forward foot as his right shoulder shifted forward and he looked to plant a right cross against Phoebe's left cheek following the kick. If all went well, he would throw her a cocky little smile before moving toward her once again, without throwing another attack.