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[color=gray]Karen didn't flinch as she watched everyone do a lot better in the exercises than she ever could, it just wasn't in her style to be bothered by things like that. She could beat them elsewhere. She had noticed that the small cute girl had gotten significantly taller, and again, didn't really care that much. She continued her observations, until finally, it was her turn. She walked to the podium like all the others, and scribbled her name down. Her quirk wouldn't help her one bit in the tests, so she'd just have to do them all on the basis of her actual physical abilities. 

She did the 20m dash first. She knew she'd do well on this, she was a fast runner, and she was very, very fit. She took a couple moments to limber up, not caring what the others thought about her doing stretches in her body-tight exercise gear, and then set herself up at the line. As soon as she shot from the starting line, she had ended it in just under three seconds. Wasn't her record, but it wasn't the worst either. Not like she cared, it was better than the boy with the white hair, and all she ever needed to do was beat one person to prevent her from truly getting pissed about her scores. 
[color=red][center]2.87 seconds for the 20m Dash. Not bad for her.[/center][/color]

Next up was shot-put. Probably was going to be the least scoring test out of the lot, but again, her give a shit factor was very limited. She picked up the large ball, and tossed it from hand to hand for a moment, getting a feel of the weight, and predicting how far she could probably throw it. Eventually, she leaned back and threw the shot-put ball with the majority of her strength. She didn't bother seeing how far it went. It was probably bad, not that she cared.
[color=red][center]19.40 metres for the shot-put toss.[/center][/color]

She took the 100m dash next, leaving high jump till last, since she preferred running over jumping. Again, she limbered up at the starting line, doing various stretches and the like, before again, setting up at the starting line. She again, was off like a rocket. Of course not as fast as the white haired boy, nor the winged girl, but still very fast, especially when not augmented by her quirk. She cleared the finishing line, then continued running, albeit a little bit slower for another 40 metres, before turning and heading towards the high-jump area. 
[color=red][center]11.29 seconds for the 100m dash. Again, quite good, seeing as though she doesn't have a quirk to help her out.[/center][/color]

And at last, she had almost ended the pointless routine, and she was glad about that. She didn't bother limbering up, she didn't really care about her result in this, she couldn't get anywhere near the score of the other kids in this one, nor did she want to. In one single motion, she bent down, then leaped up as far as she could, nowhere near as much as the previous students. She landed on the mat, got up, and simply returned back to the rest of the students without giving her results a single look through. 
[color=red][center]186 centimetres. Somewhat abysmal compared to the rest of the kids, but if measured with a quirkless class, she would easily be the best of them.[/center][/color]

She didn't bother to look at the rest of the class, no matter if they were gawking at how horrid her results where, or confused as to why it seemed she didn't have a quirk. She didn't care what they thought.[/color]