Januarius

property of vitacorp laboratories

[januariusvita]

[januariusvita]

vladb1·:

“Don’t hesitate––” Vlad stated softly waving his hands at the food on display before them, directing his fingers at one plate in particular. “Not everyday is Founders Day, take an extra piece of pork belly. It’s really worth it, trust me.” he insisted with a warm smile lacing his lips. He’d always been a big fan of bacon, and it was a luxury getting the best kind.

vlad was always in high spirits, considerably so on founders day. like a breath of fresh air---- a comparison that jan had no right to make. “better eat up, bud, you’ll need it if you want to beat my stats on the rowing machine.” a grin emerged. “or we could start with the ring toss.”

[januariusvita]

thymosian·:

every new staff member would know what its like to look vitus right in the eye. surveying the room full of people, he followed the fresh faces carefully. there was little doubt in his mind they knew all about him already. founder’s day had become the one day of the year the explosion of a boy monitored his own blast radius. ever since three years ago when his day was spent in isolation: the silence wasn’t anywhere near as bad as the knowledge he was missing out of the best food the compound could provide. arching over one of the decadent spreads of cheeses and nuts, his fingers closed around a slice of honey sweet bread— trailing back the way he came, like a dog returning to its precious territory. brows arched at the young figure that had accidentally stolen his spot. one arched brow was enough to send them hurtling away, scrambling to collect his plate & cup in his haste.               “i don’t like that one.” vitus breathed, tongue pushed into cheek briefly.        “against the wall.”

   vitus gestured with a jerk of his chin to the new staff member awarded the privilege of harboring vitus’s distaste. 

there was a mishmash of foods piled high on jan’s plate. he wouldn’t be going back for seconds, everything was already accounted for. it was days like this that really made him feel trapped. the phony display of festivities--- all smiles and worship. the food was nice though. but the compound was buzzing, shriller than usually.. and jan just sat, stoic & stern---- unimpressed by the disappearing act that followed the arrival of vitus. “i don’t like any of them,” he took a moment to lick his index & middle finger clean. “sending that kid away? you’re acting just like them. we don’t need more of that.” jan swallowed down the rest of his milk and clapped the cup down on the table. “who’s team are you on, cause you sure as hell ain’t on mine”