"Dammit...I hate this. Stupid outside...with people." Wade Howlett mumbled to himself as he locked up the door to his pawnshop; with a quick glance, he checked the window, double-checking himself to make sure his "Be back in five" sign was visible. Wade despised going outside, where any of them could be watching--waiting for him to drop his guard. Nervously, a single hand reach up and touched the metal brace that hung uncomfortably around his neck, the cold steel reassuring him that no sudden attacks would occur.
Of course...the others jumped me during the night...when I was alone... Wade thought to himself, a poor attempt to steady his nerves.
There's no way any of them will attack in broad daylight, right? That first night--and first fight was still fresh in his mind, Wade had gotten lucky--the guy who attacked him ended up slicing his own head off, after falling onto the subway tracks. The other three that had attacked him afterwards, Wade managed to subdue though he was not that much of a swordsman, he was still naturally faster than they--his only advantage at the time.
As he walked along the busy sidewalk, ignoring the occasional curious glances to his neck, Wade pretended to adjust the back his leather jacket, brushing his hand against the twin short swords'--long knives in all honesty-- holsters attached to his back--the only weapons in his pawn shop that were combat ready. Wade had not thought about carrying a gun yet, so far, everyone that had attacked him carried a sword or some other bladed weapon...besides, the swords felt...right somehow.
"Pfft...despite what feels right or not...I shouldn't stay out for long...they'll hunt me down...I can't let that happen." Wade scowled to himself as he made his way against the current of the crowd. "Why the hell do I need to be addicted to coffee?"