Novel & Cerita The Man In The Top Hat

Perking up, my hope deflates to find Top gazing down at me, his arms crossed over his chest. "Are you willing to listen now or do you need another 24 hours here?" Top asks me. '24 hours? It has only been one day?' I think in shock, knowing I was close to withering away after what felt like months. "I... just tell me what you want from me." I whisper quietly. Top grins and he crouches down, nodding his head in approval. "The Supreme suffers from a peculiar condition... some type of mania that takes hold of him at night. At such hours, he recognises no one... violent and fierce to everyone around him." Top begins.

It didn't scream wealth like the ones I watched. "Lexus, Gamara...." Said the man sitting on a big chair that you thought was from Game of Thrones. "Supremo...." The man said so we followed suit. "I'm going to ask you to do something." The man said to us but my eyes were on his head. He is wearing a golden helmet with a small wing design. Like a typical greek goddess helmet. In men's clothing, this is the only difference. "What is that, supreme?" Cayden asked the question! And it's rolling! Yes, the acting feels great!

"Medicine for stomach aches! Medicine for hair loss. Medicine for barrenness! Get it all here!" My eyes fell on a man who was dressed so colorfully that he could have easily been mistaken for a rainbow. He wore a huge green and red top hat on his head with feathers imbedded in it. His skin color was that of bronze. A strange color I had never seen before. As soon as the crowd between us cleared enough for me to see him, he turned to me. His eyes were covered in tiny circle black glasses. But I could tell that he looked at me.

When the woman spoke the man exhaled heavily, thought for a while, then replied. The woman sent the lady out again. This time she took an exceedingly long time to return. I was still trying to say things and the woman didn't stop me this time. She looked rather worried now. After a while the lady returned with another person. A young man. He came in with a frown. He was topless. Only then I noticed that the forehead band man was also topless. But this young man did not have a band around his head or arm. He had a lot of hair on his head that wasn't falling to his shoulders or back like the women, it was standing straight up like an afro. He had eyebrows that touched, giving him a serious loo

Startled, she turned around and saw a tall, slender man in his middle-aged years, wearing a hat that gave him a mysterious air. He resembles to a character straight out from "The Godfather" movie, flanked by two bodyguards in black suits, sporting dark sunglasses that concealed their eyes with a golden cane in his right hand. "Bravo, my dearest Sarah! Your rigorous training has been truly rewarding," the man said, his voice smooth and commanding.

I know requiring actors to strip is quite common for performers, even if I wish that wasn’t a reality. As the last button is undone, the man in the hat made a short hum of thought before saying dismissively, “that’ll do. Thank you.” I didn’t even get to take the shirt all the way off. That… was a distinctly bad sign. Did he sense how nervous I felt? Or could see without me going fully topless that my form wasn’t what he was looking for? I could feel my cheeks burn all the more as I re-buttoned up my shirt.

The man said, bashful. Tanya also smiled, seeing as the man was acting cute. The man was dressed in a white top and white trousers. He had his hair on his forehead, and he looked kind of handsome. “Do you mind taking a picture with me?” the man asked.

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.

The door opens and a tall man comes into the chamber. The light in the room illuminates his face. He's dressed in black from head to toe and he's wearing a black hat. There's a cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips. He tips his hat in greeting. I know this man. This is the man who talked to me at Giotto's party. He sat beside me at the bar and offered me a drink, but I didn't see him again after I left with Enzo. His eyes dart to me, standing awkwardly in a pale blue sweater that's moth eaten and dirty sneakers. He doesn't seem surprised that I'm here. So he knew who I was all along, even that day. I don't know how to feel about that, especially since he kept asking who I was with.

For a woman six months pregnant, that must have been quite a lot all at once. "May I ask, Madame?" I suddenly heard someone say and saw a man in an indefinable costume right in front of me. He wore a black coat and a white mask. His wig – or is it his real hair? - were blonde. They almost reminded me of Jakob's, but it couldn't possibly be him. Titian would never, ever invite his screwed up half-brother.