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~Gabriel Moreau - Wall Maria: Shiganshina District~




Gabriel sweat heavily from the physical and mental stress of the dire situation. Every step that he took towards the canal was one full of grief. His courage, no matter how great, was never enough for him to help those who cried for help, who screamed for their mother to save them. His fear was never of titans, as menacing as they were. His fear was a lack of control - the inability to help those who could have lived full lives. The fear that he wouldn't be able to save his remaining family. This fear was what kept him going after his father had died. Every day he spent training his mind and body, honing it so that he could be unstoppable...but it was never enough to stop the beasts that gnawed away indiscriminately.

His mind was too distracted by his terror and too concentrated on ignoring the suffering around him as a titan lumbered past him. It's feet destroyed the buildings it walked through, sending Gabriel flying back as debris exploded towards him. His vision blurred as the smoke and dust around him cleared. He didn't even notice his pierced leg and shattered ankle until he forced himself back to his feet. The pain was numbed from the rush of adrenaline and the strong will to defeat his fear, but the severe degradation of mobility was clear as he forced himself to move. What was once a frenzied pace was now reduced to an agonizing crawl as he limped through the streets. He didn't even recognize the bruises and cuts on his body and face - he couldn't afford to check. All he knew was a small piece of wood pierced his leg and that something had broken.

When Gabriel finally turned around a corner, that was when he noticed it; his mother's wheelchair, now a broken piece of junk in the middle of the street. His limping pace began to quicken as he struggled to reach it. His mother could not have gotten far, not with her condition. Out of the corner of his eye, he finally saw them. His mother being dragged of an alleyway, his siblings pulling her with in a panicked rush. Two of them dragged her and cried for her to move, the third child held in her arms tightly. Their youngest brother was merely a baby, only around the age of one year. Gabriel rushed to their aid, to which they cried out in relief. "You should not have come here, Gabriel! Take your brothers and leave!" His mother begged him as he struggled against his wounds, the pain now registering as it sent shockwaves through his body.

"I'm not leaving any of you behind. I can't lose you; not after dad! Just hold on to me! Pierre, get Eitan and run for the canal! Lars, stay with me and help me get mother to the boats!" The brothers obeyed him without a single complaint, but their mother continued to cry out in protest. Suddenly, without warning, the large thuds of a titan in pursuit could be heard. Gabriel felt his blood rush and his muscles tense up as he quickened the pace. He would have control of this situation - they would get out in one piece if it was the last thing he did. "Lars, catch up to Pierre! RUN!" As Lars ran, the titan inched closer and closer. His hands gripped tighter on his mother as he continued, his heart racing.

As if by some cruel twist of fate, both Gabriel ans his mother were tripped by a large, yet stubby hand of a titan. He looked back to see his mother being dragged away by the deformed creature, standing five meters tall. "MY BABIES!" She cried out, reaching out towards Gabriel...no, not at him he realized; his brothers behind him. Pierre and Lars screamed as they fled from another titan. They had been cornered by the large figures, as if it was a trap. Gabriel tensed up, unable to move as his greatest fear became reality; hopelessness. His mother cried out in pain as she was eaten from the leg up, her eyes on her children as she watched in pure terror. Lars was grabbed and was squeezed tightly, his small fists pounding away as he cried. Gabriel, stuck in his position, was handed Eitan by Pierre, who in turn picked up a hatchet. "Don't...stop fighting....just run..." Gabriel's words came out as mumbles, unheard by his brothers as they fought.

At that moment, Lars had popped from the pressure of the titan's grip. Pierre, now a heaving and mind-broken mess, swung his hatchet around defiantly. Gabriel watched in silence as the titan's encircled them. Something had snapped in Gabriel as he gripped onto his baby brother. He looked over to Pierre and backed off, his courage already faded away. With a cry, Pierre was grabbed, and Gabriel quickly ran underneath the preoccupied titan. His limp was forgotten as he held Eitan close to his chest, the titan's in hot pursuit, albeit slow to catch him due to the alleyways he took. "You're gonna be safe, you're gonna be safe. Your big brother is gonna get you out of this; I promise.". Finally reaching the canal, Gabriel noticed he was too far from any boats for safety. The crying Eitan furthered his stress as his teeth grit against each other, his mind racing on an escape route. He looked down to the water, having come up with a temporary plan.

Waiting for the perfect opportunity where the titan's sights were broken, he rushed forward. Without a second to lose, Gabriel held onto Eitan closely, and leaped into the water. As he fell, he thought of the other kids. How would they escape? Were they safe? Would everything be different if he had just helped them? Why did he have to go back for his family? Why couldn't they have just died without him witnessing it? These thoughts leeched onto his brain like a parasite, until the cold, rushing water below took a hold of him and wrapped itself around them like a blanket, carrying him and his baby brother away towards the evacuation site.


~Gabriel Moreau - Wall Maria: Shiganshina District~




Gabriel watched as the broken regiment made it's way further into the district. The grim look on their faces did not effect him; he knew what was out there. He knew the pain and suffering that the Scouts faced when leaving the Walls. It wasn't a new sight to him. The first time was the hardest he'd ever witness. The only pain he felt was the anticipation of seeing his father once again. Yet, he never appeared. Not once in the crowd of soldiers and wounded did he see him. Perhaps he was in the cart with the dead? It would have been better that his corpse was found than to be gone forever. However, he couldn't believe in the possibility of his death - how could he have died? From everything he remembered about his father, his strength was the highlight. A soldier like him was the embodiment of a true warrior. He had to have been outside the Walls, surviving off on his own against the gargantuan hordes. He looked down as his thoughts raced in his head, his basket of food-stuffs entering his sight. "Ah. I almost forgot." With that, he threw his hopes away for today. Turning on his heels, he lugged the basket with him, off towards his home.

The quiet walk would not last for long. A blast had grabbed his attention, only to be overshadowed by the colossus that peaked over the Wall. His eyes widened at the sight of such a large titan. Was it even possible? A dream, perhaps? He couldn't comprehend the idea that such a thing even existed, let alone had just breached the Wall. Before he knew it, the basket had left his hands, and his feet rapidly moved. It was as if his body had entered auto-pilot. He wasn't thinking of the titans breaking into the Wall, or the soldiers who were dying to defeat them, or even of how to make it out alive. He thought of his little brothers and mother; how would they get out? They were still so young and innocent. There was no way they could escape alive without him. His mother, a paraplegic, was the only person they felt safe in proximity to. If she couldn't get away, how could they? Somehow, it felt as if he was gliding through the air. The adrenaline had picked up, forcing his body to push itself more and more as he got closer. For the first time, he had felt the dreaded feeling of fear.
@Hero Accepted.


~Gabriel Moreau - Wall Maria: Shiganshina District~




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. "Not too much. I didn't make enough last week." 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, he 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 he 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.
@Sola I approve of it.
@Sola Wait no.
@Jay Kalton Tall blonde kids!? Hah, that's what you think, but Gabriel is in fact a brunette! Checkmate!
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Step 3) Push away with iron grip as they try to beat you

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