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[color=gray]Karen quickly and quietly exited her dads car, and gave him a curt salute instead of a kiss, or a hug, or a goodbye. She wasn't one of those kids, oddly enough. The old and tired looking man simply smiled, and saluted back, before following it up with a poke of his tongue, managing to make Karen smile, even slightly. She nodded one last time, then turned on her heel and started making her way towards the entrance of UA, her bag over her shoulder and her flaming(literally) hair flowing behind her. The appearance of another student roused the media once more, though they all kept their distance due to her obviously dangerous quirk, and how they could get hurt. She shrugged off whatever questions were asked towards her, and barely acknowledged their presence at all. 

Making her way through the gate, she picked up tag, and inspected it. She half-expected something a bit more fancy from such a prestigious school, but was glad it wasn't anything flashy. Flashy meant more formalities. 
[color=red]1A. Easy to find.[/color]
She didn't really bother talking to any other students, least not for the first day at least. This was about as nervous as she's ever been, and like hell she's going to show that to any of her possible future rivals. She continued silently walking towards the class by following signs and prompts, and doing her best to avoid any students, which was a bit easier due to her flaming hair and how much heat she was giving off.

Eventually, she made it to the classroom, and took barely a moment to compose herself before entering. 
[b][color=red]"Morning. Name's Karen."[/color][/b] She tried speaking with the most monotone and uninterested voice she could, and she was pretty happy with it. She didn't wait for any responses, and made her way to the very back of the classroom, partly because she was just one of those students, and partly because if she sat in front of anyone, they'd either get really close to getting burnt by her hair, or would be too distracted by it to really pay attention to anything the teacher is saying. Upon sitting, she unslung her bag off her shoulder, took out a exercise book, placed it on the desk and then placed her feet on the desk while leaning back on the seat. She saw the obvious commotion between the other students, but thought nothing of it. Didn't care either.[/color]