After the orientation, they are sorted into locker and changing rooms to get ready for the exam. Each group will be going through the exam at the same time so as not to spoil anything for anyone else. Because they at least understand that teenagers find it hard not to gossip about stuff like this. So that was a smart choice. Petra pulls her ponytail tight on the back of her head as she opens the locker in front of her. She's changed out of her clothing into something a little more fitness based. Yoga pants, trainers, tank top. Something comfortable yet effective. She glances around at the other applicants that are leaving the changing rooms to tuck their things into their assigned lockers, some of them talking among themselves. There are a lot of other applicants here too, obviously. It just means there is a lot of competition. She's not sure if she is strong enough to best everyone, but she can perhaps still make the top twenty. She lets out a breath before she stretches her arms over her head and then bends forward pushing her hands outward to stretch her shoulders and back. When she levels herself again, her eyes land on the person across from her. A male figure leans back against the locker behind him, arms folded over his chest as he watches her. A smug smirk on his face. She raises an eyebrow at him as he watches her. He holds out his hand and causes a few mini-explosions whilst staring at her. She snorts and looks down at her own hands. She can't cause something as flashy as explosions, but she can web up her opponents. She doesn't have a destructive quirk, but perhaps that makes her more suited for hero work. No accidental deaths. No accidental burns or injuries. She curls her fingers into her palm and smiles to herself. Ignoring the clear attempt at intimidation. She has trained hard for this. She has worked incredibly hard. His eyes linger on her slightly as she sets her leather jacket into her bag before setting the bag into the locker. He seems slightly disappointed that his attempt at intimidation didn't work against her. He looks away from her and pulls a face not getting what he wants from their interaction.

Petra reaches up to her scarf for Banjo but then remembers that the spider is spending the day with Shota instead of her. She was worried about him getting involved in this and she didn't want to freak anyone out. But she does kind of miss him being there to comfort her. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, preparing herself for what is to come. Suddenly, her phone pings inside of her bag and she digs it out to check it. She still has a bit of time it seems before the exam starts. A text from Amani wishing her luck pops up on the screen. Petra smiles and then sends one back wishing her luck too. Of course, she wants her friend to do well, she wants Amani to attend alongside her. She sets the phone into the locker too and then closes the door, turning the key and then pulling it free. The key can, thankfully, be worn around the wrist, or attached to a belt, or to a necklace, or something so they are not having to worry about it being stuffed into a pocket. They seem to have thought about that and given them all options. Petra can't wear hers on her wrist, because of her web-guards. She draws her fingers over a guard and then pulls a face. She doesn't have a belt or a necklace either. She turns to face her locker and reaches into her top to clasp the key to her bra strap. It's the only place she has to attach it. It is going to be uncomfortable, but she can live with that. She adjusts her top and lets out a breath just as they are signalled to leave and congregate in front of the gates. The exam is about to start.

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A huge screen is balanced on a stand outside of the battle arena where the applicants are gathered, including Petra and the guy from the locker room. He's clenching and unclenching his hands in front of him. He smirks to himself and glances over at where Petra is stretching her arms over her head. She lowers her hands and glances over at him, sensing him watching her. She raises an eyebrow and then huffs, turning away from him. Petra checks her ponytail and pushes up onto her toes and then swings her arms at her side as she looks at the screen when Present Mic appears wearing a huge smile.

"Like your application said, today you rock'n boys and girls will be out there conducting ten‐minute mock battles in super‐hip urban settings" Mic reminds them as if it wasn't only half an hour ago that he went through this. Though some people might have been too nervous to truly pay attention. "Okay, okay. Let's check out your targets" The screen shifts to show the three faux-villains with points that they will be facing. "There are three types of faux villains in every battle centre. You'll earn points based on their level of difficulty, so better choose wisely. Your goal in this trial is to use your Quirk to raise your score by shredding these faux villains like a mid‐song guitar solo" Mic gives them a thumbs up through the screen as the doors to the battle arena open up. Petra takes a deep breath moving along with all the other applicants as they start to crowd around the door waiting for the word. "Get moving!" Mic shouts. "There are no countdowns in real battles. Run, run, run, listeners! You're wasting airtime here." And just like that, they all move. Racing through the open doors and into the arena. The next ten minutes could change their lives. They are all going to give it 100%. She might have her place, but she is still going to perform.