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.
Neverwinter Nights
I mumbled still really out of it from my chase in the sewers, my stay at the hobo toilet hotel and the falling onto my skull, seeing giant animal/human hybrids and then the talking butch lesbian cow thing.
Fallen Angels, Part five - Night is the time for Killing
The journal stated his name simply as "toledo", 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 pop at any moment.
Seas Be Ours - Chapter 6
A fortune ye not be havin' cause ye decided to be a sailing hobo!" though barth remained quiet, he nodded his agreement. vic only tilted his head as if amused by something.
I Dreamed of Fire 3 - Summer Afternoons
[/i]" the other two humans in dark green hoodies grabbed at the hobo's arms and pulled them tightly, almost twisting them out as the bat-wielder readied himself.
Cul-de-Sac
Nice hobo costume," zeke said. hannah had followed zeke over. "clay isn't _in_costume, but he still gets points for actually knowing who pablo picasso is." "yeah..." clay stared at her with this pithed look in his eyes.
Into the Christmasverse
Gideon pointed to the roof of the first car, where todd saw a hobo camping out with a tin can suspended over a fire that was still burning despite the wind and the speed of the train. “he’s not in the book.” gideon said.
When the stars begin to fall
hobo was ready. flicked it back in her direction -- off-angle this time, forcing her to recompute.
Fallen Angels, Part seven - See Daniel Run. See Daniel Kill
You wouldn't believe the amounts of active arf-i i can isolate from the amygdala of a fifty year old hobo." "toldeo?" i asked. crane nodded. "toledo ike, boxcar jim, rusty weathers.... and a whole bunch of nameless donors.
Vector's Memoirs; The Chaotix That Was (Part Five)
I took a silent head count; four hobos, two businessmen deep in regret for missing their shuttle, three overtired mothers, complete with their screaming spawn, and a tall figure with a fedora whose face was hidden behind the daily paper. wait...
Breaking Down
_obsession_ hopped hobo-like onto that train of thought, and i couldn't understand where it had come from. "i notice the use of the word 'tribe' when you speak of yourselves," i observed.
The Gate-Way Revisited: Chapter 12 Celebrating A Job Well Done
"not everyone has the fashion range of a hobo, jakey."