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[Zaila Kate Yvan]

Majestic Academy beware another Yvan just came to call this place home. That was the memo that should have been sent out to the staff. She might look all sweet and innocent but Zaila Yvan wasn't what she called creampuff. Sure she did have moments where she could be sweet. But when she actually truly meant them, those were behind closed doors and with her family only. Well, her brothers and sister at least and even her mother but never, ever for her father. No, that man she hated with a passion and fury that was as untapped as the oceans.

But now the newest Yvan had a new playground before her and tons of new little toys and puppets that just called out to her. Half wondering if she'd run into her siblings as she hadn't told them just what time she would be arriving. She figured a happy little family get together could conspire later and they could update her on the latest gossip of their lives. For now she was content to stroll down the hallway, listening to the sound of her red suede heels clicking on the tiled floor.

The knitted black leather miniskirt swayed about slender hips as she walked leaving long suple legs open to the view of any eyes that turned to take a gander at her. Creamy peach hued flesh that would tempt any man or woman she saw fit. A matching red and black silk corset like top, strapless adorned her upper body showing off all the curves she had on offer, further tempting eyes to turn her way. Some likely thinking provokative thoughts, others possibly appalled by what she had on.

In on hand she held her black clutch purse as brown hair brushed down over her bare shoulders. Lips painted a rosy red and curving upwards in a sly little smile. Icy blue eyes cutting side to side as she moved down the hallway, taking in people here and there, deciding on those that would be worth her time, those that wouldn't and others that would be just for fun. She pushed open the doors of the dining hall and made her way inside, going to an empty table and taking a seat. Come into my web said the spider to the fly.

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[Iago Luther Mubarak]

Iago did have a heart! surprise surprise. He was a little upset about how things went down with Carmy, Abe and Mason. He didnt particularly care about what Mason or Abe do. Carmy on the other hand, Iago was starting to like him. Since their fight he had been ditching the class he had with her. It should have been her ditching but since he couldnt care less about school he stopped going. He still kept going to school though. Before Carmy Iago rarely came to school. Like he cared. its not like he was going to be king... and Luke wasnt going to kick him out or anything. He didnt need to make a living. Plus he was smart enough to pass final exams and stuff without having to go to school. But anyway, He would go to school just to see Carmy. She refuses to talk to him because of what he did to Abe. He went to school just to see her, hoping that maybe she'll talk to him again.

He was getting bored with it though. He had friends that were completely awesome but the lack of real fun was killing him slowly. He hadnt even had a play thing since Abe. Iago was dying for something to do. He felt so sexually deprived.

Iago slowly made his way to the dinning hall. He glanced around the halls looking for someone to have fun with. Someone he can have his way with. Normally anyone would be willing. He was used to being gawked at and wanted. A few girls were watching him and he smiled flirtatiously as he walked past them. They giggled like typical school girls. Too bad none of them were his type. they looked very commoner-ish. Iago only hung out with Royals. Commoners were annoying what with their trying to save money and what not.

Getting to the Dinning hall and walking in the double doors Iago glanced around. Everyone was happy and talking loudly. Usually people loved lunch time because they cuold talk to friends and stuff. Iago didnt care for it much. They werent exactly allowed off campus during school hours. Not like Iago had anywhere to go but that rule bugged him. Mostly because he didnt like being told what to do. His eyes finally spotted a very young looking girl. He knew he as the youngest Yvan. He and her were slightly friends. The hung out once or twice outside of school but not very much.

He made his way to her with a smile. He slipped his backpack off and laid it on the table across from her. "Whats up little Yvan?" he said as if they had been friends for a long time.

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[Zaila Kate Yvan]

As the backpack settled onto the table before her icy hued eyes rose to look at it first. Then came the voice. "Whats up little Yvan?" Eyes flittered upward under the mass of dark lashes to gaze at the older boy standing there before her now. She tilted her head just a tad to the right as a slow smirk curved those red painted lips.

"One would think you smart enough to remember my name. But perhaps you need a refresher, no?" There was small bit of humor there in her tone but also a darkness too. But she was babyfaced and her age more often than not threw people off with how she acted. She wasn't what most thought of when they thought about a typical fourteen year old. She was never one to take disrespect and the fact that he had called her little Yvan and not by her name, well she took offense to that. A hand reached out and grasped his wrist, painted red nails digging down into the flesh there. Not enough to break the skin but it was enough to hurt and make sure her nails would leave indentions in his flesh.

"Say. My. Name. Iago." Her gaze leveled at him now, tone gone down to one of demand and a near business-like nature. She wouldn't let anyone get away with an ounce of disrespect to her. She had the Yvan temper but also her mother's iron will and determination, a deadly force perhaps. Seems he had just walked into the cage of the little lionless and friend or not she was in a pouncing mode. The why pehaps being the simple fact that she could. That daddy dearest was no longer hovering and she didn't have to bother with a screaming match every few hours.

Still he was a sight for sore eyes, she hadn't seen him a while. "Honestly. You should have known better than that." Blaming him for the little slip up because well, it was his fault she was hurting his wrist because he had not addressed her properly. Okay so maybe the reason she liked screwing with people's heads was because of her father, not that anyone would ever get her to admit it though.

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