Character With Top Hat Novels & Stories

Judging from the situation, it was evident that they loved their job. I could tell when someone was lying from their facial expression but the girls were all happy. "I want the girl with red hair." Someone from the crowd said. A man stepped on stage dressed in a suit and a blank hat on his head. "Don't worry," the man titters, "you will get her." He added before removing the hat from his head. My eyes widened when I saw the face of the man. Although it had been a long time, I could never forget the face. The face with a fire scar. The face that haunted me in my dreams even after so many years.

His face was perfectly defined and his hair so full it almost breached his forehead. He cocked his head to the side with a smile hinting on his face. "No, I'm known as the magic man but you, my dear chap, can refer to me as Mr. Top Hat." He replied, an unfamiliar accent breaching thickly in his voice. I would have laughed if I could but all I could do was lightly scowl at his words, and clutch my chest harder. "S–s–" I stopped to take in a breath when the pain spasmed further in me, and the air suddenly became thick. "Seriously? Y–you don't even have a hat," I responded in a mere whisper.

I can’t see too much of the feisty fighter that Aiden has assured me she should be, and the others are picking up on the tension between us. I spot salvation, or perhaps restitution, in the form of a ridiculous red hat with white polka dots. It’s made of soft fabric, with a square crown and a medium brim, and it has a stupidly cute bow on the front. It's over the top, cartoonish and adorable. “What about this one?” I pick it off the head-shaped dummy and pass it to Shelley to hand on to Jade. Reese and Shelley both eye me with caution, but the power of the hat is not to be denied. “It would suit you, Jade,” Shelley allows.

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

said the man who claimed to be Lord Shepherd. “I think I will be pleased. Lady Shepherd here has such exquisite taste, I have been meaning to ask you all night, where did you get that hat? It's very beautiful! It certainly is one of a kind,” I kept my voice cheery and light as though unaware of the discomfort that I was causing Lady Shepherd and her man. I could sense they could not suspect a thing about my identity but they were clearly rattled. “Uhm, it really is unique. I have a hat maker,” replied Lady Shepherd modestly.

She was chatting with May June, who was dressed as Snow White, but with blood-red lips and nails, and dark circles under her eyes. As they talked, Goodman made his way over to them, dressed as an evil version of the Mad Hatter. He had a crazed look in his eyes, and his costume was covered in stains and rips. "Ladies". He greeted. " Now where's my friend don't tell me he ran away before the party even started. He chuckled at himself. " He hasn't run away yet. " May chuckled back. " He's just having some problems with his costume. He's actually with his designer right now fixing it. "

[Rosalynd] The creature wearing the face of my mate walks towards me. He is dressed for a wedding. Top hat, tailcoat, white gloves, and a silk cravat and dress shirt all in varying shades of black and gray, like fog at midnight. His chestnut-colored hair has been slicked back and put into a ponytail, a ribbon of black silk tying it back. None of this feels right. It isn’t Axel’s style. Even at our true wedding, I would more likely expect him to wear designer cowboy boots and a pair of dark denim.

However, upon hearing Hilda's voice, he paused and looked back. He was obviously playing the role of a knight. Dressed in a costume as white as snow, he even wore a hat with his face covered by a white veil. Hilda didn't care whether his face was handsome or not, for she just wanted to take a picture together with him before anything else. So, she said eagerly, "Hi, may I take a picture together with you?" The hat moved slightly. And the person seemed to have nodded.

Amberleigh had always imagined The Mad Hatter was an older man with crazy hair, crazy suits, a Joker smile, and a top hat. Well, she only had two of those features right about the man sitting in the plush chair grinning at her in an unsettling manner. He was wearing a purple velvet suit and looked like one crazy mother fucker for sure.

Indeed, her sanity was seriously compromised. Men and women with shotguns and sniper rifles were waiting beside the lorry. Their bizarre fashion choice, however, was the wildest element of all. Lacking jackets dressed in blue and purple, the men wore top hats with goggles, chains around their vests, and gears connected to their wrists and ankles. To put it simply, it was neat. The final chord of "Rise of the Valkyries" rang out, and a guy armed with a shotgun and a baseball bat moved forward. He wore a chain from his nose to his ear, had pierced eyebrows, and had crimson streaks in his black hair.