Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2015 21:47:04 GMT -6
Fabius had awoken early within his Second Cohort barracks, as usual. Romans didn't oversleep, and if they did, it wasn't likely that they would get away lightly with doing so. Plus, Fabius was also a duplicarius. He wanted to live up to the expectations of a Roman legionnaire of rank. Advancing himself in the legion...that was important. It ensured that he would be treated well and regarded with respect. Fabius fancied himself an ambitious member of the legion, but the truth was he was only doing it so he didn't have to put up with the harsh crap that the newer and weaker Romans had to deal with. It was a form of survival. He didn't fully realize it yet, but the stuffy traditions, rules, and regulations of Camp Jupiter were suffocating to him.
He had none of those thoughts, however, as he got tidied up and dressed for the day. A new day to be victorious in conquering his duties. He might not be overly found of what he had to do every day, but at least the Legacy of Victoria was driven enough to not want to lose to his comrades. If they could survive their respective jobs and duties within the legion, then so could he--no, he would even do better than they could. Victory was his and he would never settle for less.
The first thing that he was eager to do to start the day was to eat breakfast. Every Roman in their right would needed proper sustenance and energy sources to keep them active and healthy to fulfill their duties. Perhaps they needed even more food than most other people did, because they were so active and burned a lot more calories in their activities. When he arrived at the Mess Hall, he saw that other legionnaires had beat him to the eating place first. Although, not many of them were there yet. Most were most likely still waking up and getting dressed. He grabbed a steak, sausages, and eggs, sacrificed a sausage in a brazier, and then took his food and glass of orange juice to a table. He set his food plate and cup down upon the table and sat down. Picking up his eating utensils, he proceeded to cut the steak into smaller pieces and consume each of them, one by one.
He had none of those thoughts, however, as he got tidied up and dressed for the day. A new day to be victorious in conquering his duties. He might not be overly found of what he had to do every day, but at least the Legacy of Victoria was driven enough to not want to lose to his comrades. If they could survive their respective jobs and duties within the legion, then so could he--no, he would even do better than they could. Victory was his and he would never settle for less.
The first thing that he was eager to do to start the day was to eat breakfast. Every Roman in their right would needed proper sustenance and energy sources to keep them active and healthy to fulfill their duties. Perhaps they needed even more food than most other people did, because they were so active and burned a lot more calories in their activities. When he arrived at the Mess Hall, he saw that other legionnaires had beat him to the eating place first. Although, not many of them were there yet. Most were most likely still waking up and getting dressed. He grabbed a steak, sausages, and eggs, sacrificed a sausage in a brazier, and then took his food and glass of orange juice to a table. He set his food plate and cup down upon the table and sat down. Picking up his eating utensils, he proceeded to cut the steak into smaller pieces and consume each of them, one by one.
