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[h2][center][color=00a651]~Gabriel Moreau - Wall Maria: Shiganshina District~[/color][/center][/h2]
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In the crowds of Shiganshina's market district, a young man walked through the sea of commoners just like him.  Some of the inhabitants knew who he was; a past troublemaker with a scar for his foolish lifestyle in the past.  It wasn't uncommon for him to receive a dirty look from a person or two, but for the most part, the stigma had somewhat died over time.  They knew that he was only out to get food for his family from the market.  It was the only time he really liked to show his face, if he could help it.  As he made his way up to a stand filled on the counter to the brim with food, he unlaced the coin pouch on his belt, counting what he could.  His mother being unable to work had left him as the sole bread maker of the household.  The stall owner had seen his face plenty of times before, knowing immediately what he came to buy.  "Ah, young Mr. Moreau - what can I get for you today?  I have a fine selection of vegetables and freshly baked bread.  How about a little meat on the side?  Young man like yourself needs protein for the military, eh?"  Gabriel gave a quick nod.  "[color=00a651]Not too much.  I didn't make enough last week.[/color]"  He placed a few coins into the man's hand and received a small basket of his selections.

As he made his way back home, he caught a glimpse of his hands as he carried the neatly woven basket; they were cut, bruised, and tarnished.  It was the hard work for his family that got him this.  Suddenly, a cry from the main street as he passed caught his attention.  From what he could gather, the Scouting Legion was returning.  A small light in his eye seemed to spark.  Perhaps this time, Gabriel thought, [i]he[/i] would be back?  He made his way over to the street, standing behind a small crowd that lined up.  His wounded hands tightened around the baskets edges, causing a stinging sensation to run up his arm.  It wasn't quite enough to stop him, though.  This time [i]he[/i] would be back.  He was certain of it.  More-so than the last.  He was just lost outside the Walls somewhere, waiting for rescue after all.  His eyes focused on the approaching group from the opened gate, his mind no longer attached to more personal things.  The wounds on his hands and the scar on his face didn't matter - not even the horrible memory of the day his father was reported to be missing in action mattered.  He was here this time.