Writing 3000, American [PG]

[Godelsensei]

[COLOR=Gray][FONT=Courier New][i]For Azure-jiji.[/i]
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The girl was perfect. Her hair fell past her shoulders, not a strand out of place, precisely trimmed bangs covering her forehead, leaving her flawless eyebrows just visible.
Her eyes were black (or possibly dark brown) and seemed to rest on nothing in particular, the expression emphasized by her slightly open mouth, accented with perfect, pink lips. Her cheeks had a spectacular rose-coloured hue to them, but the rest of her skin was almost white and seemed to glow.
She supported herself on one hand; the other lay limply, yet perfectly, in her lap, resting on the smooth, white fabric of her dress. Her nails were unpainted and cut short, he noted.
A flawless being, perfect in every way, barring one thing: she wasn?t real. That is, she wasn?t made of the same stuff as he or any one else was, but rather metal plastic, glass and whatever else was required to put together a life-sized representation of an eerily faultless human female.
She was a doll. More over, she was that kind of doll and Wesley wanted one. Not just any one, however: he wanted her, that one. The one with more than just perfect skin and a fawn-like skeleton covered in flawless mock skin. He wanted the one with the dark eyes and open mouth and glowing features. He wanted the one with the white dress and the perfect pink lips.
She was $3000, American, and he was undergoing great difficulty in retrieving the URL where he had found the picture of her. Hours of Googling for just about every conceivably related subject or photograph (most led him to nothing but some degree of pornography) proved fruitless, and flipping through every video game, computer, or anime magazine to be a waste of time.
Wesley wasn?t about to give up, however: it simply wasn?t the kind of thing Wesley did. So, instead, he began flipping through even the most ancient of phonebooks, stored for half an eternity in an obscure cupboard that wasn?t opened all too often.
First, he made a list of all the headings and sub-headings he found that might be able to provide him with information. Then, he looked over it, spent a few moments gathering the gall to ring several locations whose names and numbers brought to mind the kind of place one might contract herpes or syphilis merely by entering, and eventually picked up the telephone.
It rang a few times before being answered by a person with a husky voice that he could identify as neither male nor female. He asked them if they sold life-sized Chi dolls.
Silence, barring what might have been the pulse of rather offensive music. She or he asked what he meant, and Wesley decided to hang up.
He made several other calls, some similar, some quite the opposite, some even professional, but all he got was nothing.
And, so, in a spasm of self-loathing and despondency, Wesley was not himself, and gave up. Once Wesley committed to something, he committed to it, and he had committed to giving up by the point where he saw the poster. His commitment didn?t do much to stop him, however.
The poster was one of many different ones lining the walls of a stairwell leading up, to a small comic-book shop on the second level of a busy street. He noticed the poster by either fluke or fate in their respective entireties, but didn?t really care which one it was.
The poster was the same as the picture; that is, it was of her, the girl, the Chi doll, in a white dress. He stood there, staring at it, for what must have been a long time, because he was jostled rather frequently, and was eventually asked if he was lost.
?Um. No. Just looking.? He turned to leave. Then, he noticed that there were, in fact, stairs leading up to some musty, forgotten door he could not see very clearly, and stopped. He looked at the door for some time, was jostled twice again, and then, slowly, with a strange caution, began his long-awaited ascent.

[COLOR=Gray][FONT=Courier New]It's not finished, but the story's origin will quite possibly be a source of amusement when it comes to immature people like myself.

[i]Neh[/i], Azure-jiji?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[Mimmsicle]

[FONT=Verdana][SIZE=1][COLOR=Sienna]Haha, you just took something rather hilarious and turned it into a really good story. It'll still be hilarious to those who are in the know but all the same it's a great read for everyone alike!

I bow to you and scrape my foot in an attempt to coax to you write more ^_^[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[Gavin]

[SIZE=1]I don't get it.

That's me being just honest but I don't exactly see what's funny about it, however since it's based on some shape or form on something funny that happened I guess there is something funny about it I might not be seeing. The story though is quite interesting, the writing is quite detailed and well paced and if it wasn't supposed to be funny then I'd consider it a work of perhaps serious fantasy. Perhaps someone might point out to me what the funny bit is...[/SIZE]

[Godelsensei]

[QUOTE=Kane][SIZE=1]I don't get it.

Perhaps someone might point out to me what the funny bit is...[/SIZE][/QUOTE]
[COLOR=Gray][FONT=Courier New]
If you had been keeping up with
[URL=http://www.myotaku.com/azurewolf]AzureWolf's myOtaku[/URL] at all of late, you'd know.

Just replace "Wesley" with "Azure-jiji" and you've got the joke. ^_~[/FONT][/COLOR]

[AzureWolf]

[QUOTE]It's not finished, but the story's origin will quite possibly be a source of amusement when it comes to immature people like myself.

Neh, Azure-jiji?[/QUOTE] [FONT=book antiqua][SIZE=2][COLOR=blue]Ah-hahaha... Indeed. When everything's put into words like that, I really do look pathetic. XD Anyway...

Impeccable detail, but not to the extent that it bores the reader. One great thing about this story is that you don't really need to get the reference to enjoy it. It's funny if you do, but it's just flat-out interesting if you don't.

I'm always surprised by your age whenever you write something. Good stuff, haha.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[Gavin]

[QUOTE=Godelsensei][COLOR=Gray][FONT=Courier New]
If you had been keeping up with
[URL=http://www.myotaku.com/azurewolf]AzureWolf's myOtaku[/URL] at all of late, you'd know.

Just replace "Wesley" with "Azure-jiji" and you've got the joke. ^_~[/FONT][/COLOR][/QUOTE]

[SIZE=1]Ah well it's always nice to have things spelled out for you when you don't understand, cheers Godel. [/SIZE]