Corwin Hall, Chapter 1
He poured the hobo whiskey until the tumbler was half-full, then added a splash for good measure. the thought of putting one of those on, and... losing control. he slammed back a mouthful, trying not to taste it, and swallowed.
Movie Day
It's basically an acronym for "posh hobo". with the introductions done, it's time we cut back to this quaint little slice of boredom. tom finally broke the silence that was going on for about a minute. "same time, same place tomorrow?"
The Mirror Still Broken
The last time anyone had seen someone even remotely similar to nicholas cray was at the entrance to the new innovation corporation, formerly the cray corporation, but the figure seen looked like a hobo off the streets.
Stall 5
To maki, it was only slightly more tolerable than the park hobo who'd come in on mondays for his weekly suck job. "c-could you, maybe, hurry a little?" the bear said through ostensibly clenched teeth. "i have to be at work in a bit."
Summer Cycle
The scent of the love-soaked towel attracted a bear, one of those nocturnal hobos that lurk near tourist traps and campsites looking for a handout.
It's Infection
Tiran slowly walked up through the alley; he was starting to expect that it was just a hobo eating from a trashcan.
Age of Grey Ether
His dull brown eyes were red and puffy from hours of gaming without break, his old orange shirt stunk of sweat and dried food that fell on him and his dirty green cargo shorts were stuck to the computer chair he bought from a hobo.
Threshold|Strangelands, pt. 1
**"i got unthawed from some ice tank, i have no idea where i am, and i got abducted by some hobo-looking cat-man with a lot of sci-fi gadgets and technology, while running away from an actual monster."** **"so you're not that much of a retard, eh?
Tales from Silicon City 3: Demeter
Looking around, the street had been empty except for the two of them and a hobo that had been passed out drunk before the fight even began. there were no other threats, no one else.
Happy Tree Friends Oneshots ch. 13
He would later be sleeping in front of the door like a hobo, waiting for one of them to open it.
Weasel Run
So i tried to ask a hobo for help." she cringed. "he freaked out. he shouted at me, tried to attack me, accusing me of being a damned animal and probably a terrorist." she shook her head softly.
Night is the Time for Killing
The journal stated his name simply as "curly", a hobo living in a downtown shelter. he was scheduled for capping of a small brain aneurysm. that's when a weak blood vessel in the brain forms a bubble that can bleed at any moment.