Novel & Cerita Robber Outfit

"How long have you been here?" "Since last night," he said, taking off the itchy outfit he was wearing and stepping into a pair of soft blue pants, pulling the shirt over his head. It fit him in a strange way, so different compared to the usual garb he wore on a daily basis, but the people I had seen in the square had been wearing similar fashions of loose, flowing fabrics that were lightly dyed. He shrugged, looking at himself in the mirror. "What happened to you and Robbie?"

Streamers of smoke rose from its edges as I ran my hands through the strange raiment, gaze lingering on it as it gleamed blue-black in the moonlight, just like a raven's wing. Smug, he watched me study the garment in awe. I glared back, half-expecting to see a rib-cage where his robe should be. Instead, there was most definitely flesh, and well-muscled flesh at that, decked out in an outfit that would make a biker cry. Red pinstriped pants over combat boots battled to tame a Count of Monte Cristo-esque ruffled white shirt into submission. He wore a fitted leather jacket over the ensemble. The chain of a pocket-watch dangled from his breast, and a studded belt flashed silver in the moonl

I yank the cloth tie off my eyes and meet two sets of ocean blues waiting for me. One of them runs a hand through his semi-long black hair, his hands, neck and every other part of him except his face marked in abrasive black-ink tattoos. The other robber is modestly lean in muscle, his frame differing from his partner that ushered me into the vault. He has blond, unruly hair. They both pause for a minute. They didn't anticipate my determination to get a look at them, and honestly, I didn't anticipate feeling the way I did upon seeing them.

"You look beautiful if you don't mind me saying." I almost laugh then realise he's not in a joking mood; so I clear my throat, "Good morning Mr Rogue Von Quaint, you don't look bad yourself," I respond, finally catching my breath. He's wearing a vest made with navy blue Ankara on top of a navy blue long sleeve the difference between the two fabrics obvious, but a masterpiece. He looks very fine in this attire and I can't remember when last something Rogue wore didn't fit him. His beards are shaved leaving his face much more different from when I last saw him. His black hair is in a neat bun and only a lock falls to his face and I'm not sure if he did that on purpose or if the lock is just as

The black jacket sitting on the chair by the door where I had dropped it without thinking. “Whose jacket is that?” “The man who saved me.” I looked at it. “He came in through the door and he just… he took Rico apart. Like it was nothing. Then he covered me with his jacket and left.” “And you don’t know who he is?” “I never even saw his face properly. Just the tattoo on his forearm.” I stood up without deciding to and walked over to the jacket. I picked it up. I turned it over in my hands. The leather was thick and worn soft, the kind that took years to break in. It smelled like cigar smoke and something underneath that, something warm and dark that I couldn’t name.

he reported and Lincoln had a bright smile, there was indeed a rogue here and he was finally going to get to the bottom of this. Lincoln followed his assistant as they went to the space built to keep criminals, the rogue was dressed in a white t-shirt with blue jeans but his t-shirt had turned red from blood. Lincoln sat facing the rogue, he glared at his wrist and noticed he naturally wore expensive bracelets and it was a possibility that the stolen bracelet was his.

"How did you get to her in time, anyway? Aside from Em and the car, the street was empty" "Lady, I just saved your friend. Can you say thank you and let me go? I'm not the bad guy here. Look at me. Do I look like a criminal?" he took a step back so that they could see his attire. His attire consisted of a pair of slacks, a dress shirt, and a sweater, which made him look like a nerd. The only thing he was missing was a pair of glasses to complete his look. "I don't know. Criminals have all kinds of looks. Some are even people you would never think of. Especially stalkers and serial killers"

Chapter 105 Lyra. “I have traveled hours just to see you, Is this the best welcome you can give to me?” Maverick asked with a smug grin. He stood tall and poised as opposed to his personality. I couldn’t make out if he had dressed extra for this occasion but his outfit was a bit much. He was strutted in a tunic that appeared so fancy it looked like someone spent a year embroidering wolves and bears on it. The details were intricate. He had on a wool pants, all dark and tucked into boots that screamed, “rich.”

After the stairs. Each time a rogue pass he went on camouflage mood which only happened when he stopped moving. "Where is the damn suit?" Ethan bit his lower lip. He lead the spider blindly in a room where he stumbles on a discussion. "When are we attacking?" He saw a rogue in ripped clothes bearing skulls and bones, more like in Gothic fashion.

“my name is Dominic Lothbrok” “Pleased to meet you” I replied as I tried to take in this person’s outfit, he wore a long maroon robe made from silk tied at the waist with some kind of silky rope with tassels and tied together with some kind of Indian footwear, it actually worked when I added into the equation what the guy looked like picture Gandalf the white if he were played by Shaun Connery. As we walked to the office in the pack house