I'm on the bus you see, and it's pretty full but I got on in time to get a seat. Three guys, early 20s, are standing in the isle beside me. At least one of them smells. Okay, no more suspense. They're gamers. One of them is black -- a tall skinny kid with a knit cap, jeans and pocket chains. The kid in the middle is Asian -- medium height, chubby, wearing a calf-length black duster, black pants and boots. The final kid is white -- build similar to the black kid, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. The Asian kid is gesticulating wildly, talking a mile a minute about how his charcter is going to be initially weaker than the other two characters...one of which is a shaman. He's talking too loud and too effervesantly about what can be coined a "game". The other two chime in between the Asian kid's outbursts of enthusiasm, but it's obvious that they're not comfortable being all that on a public bus. Not like their Asian buddy...it's equally obvious that under different circustances -- in acceptable venues -- they'd be equally animated.
And it got me thinking. These guys are all over the map. I've seen em before, I'll see em again. Right now, as I write this, I'm in Muddy Waters on Valencia. A guy at a table across from me just pulled out a copy of X-Men Unlimited, and the thought process begins anew...
Ever watched MTV without the volume? It's a trip -- from video to video, just looking at the performer's dress and deportment and you know EXACTLY what type of music they're singing.
It's sad you know, and makes it that much harder to create "real" characters in fiction without resorting to cliché.
9 out of 10 people are cliches. Damn, it's nice knowing all of you -- cause without exception, you guys are 10s.