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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 1075823" data-attributes="member: 1255">streets of Boston (?)Boston, Massachussets (?)October 2002, around 11:30 AMHeld back?&nbsp; Shielded? Jason didn't quite understand what she was talking about, but he knew he had to join her.&nbsp; There was only one thing holding him in that place, the unrelenting pressure that rested on his shoulder and kept him rooted to the spot.&nbsp; He tried to grab hold of the force he could not see, to wrest it away from his person, but his hands slid off of it as if repelled by the very presence.Panic rose in his throat as he realized he was stuck here, would be stuck here forever.&nbsp; This can't be happening, he thought to himself, hands curled by fear and mania into claws that scrabbled futilely against his unseen restraints.Then he looked to the Muse.&nbsp; The object of his expression, the one who sang to him of life in his dreams.&nbsp; She who put the stars in his eyes and the warmth of the sun in his heart.&nbsp; The one who comforted him when he was inconsolable.&nbsp; And he was being kept from her.Resolve hardened in his heart, and his expression became determined.&nbsp; &quot;These restraints aren't going to stop me.&quot;&nbsp; He told her, &quot;We will meet.&quot;&nbsp; And focusing all his determination into one singular instant, he wrenched himself away as hard as he could...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 1075823, member: 1255"] [i]streets of Boston (?) Boston, Massachussets (?) October 2002, around 11:30 AM[/i] [i]Held back? Shielded?[/i] Jason didn't quite understand what she was talking about, but he knew he had to join her. There was only one thing holding him in that place, the unrelenting pressure that rested on his shoulder and kept him rooted to the spot. He tried to grab hold of the force he could not see, to wrest it away from his person, but his hands slid off of it as if repelled by the very presence. Panic rose in his throat as he realized he was stuck here, would be stuck here forever. [i]This can't be happening,[/i] he thought to himself, hands curled by fear and mania into claws that scrabbled futilely against his unseen restraints. Then he looked to the Muse. The object of his expression, the one who sang to him of life in his dreams. She who put the stars in his eyes and the warmth of the sun in his heart. The one who comforted him when he was inconsolable. And he was being kept from her. Resolve hardened in his heart, and his expression became determined. "These restraints aren't going to stop me." He told her, "We [i]will[/i] meet." And focusing all his determination into one singular instant, he wrenched himself away as hard as he could... [/QUOTE]

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