Locks, like rules, are meant to be broken. That was Cooper "Halfpipe" Harley's thoughts on the matter. His plan was simple. Kick in the door and go confront those who needed to be confronted. If they weren't there, sit and wait in the dorm, gun in his lap. They'd return sooner or later, and he'd set the record straight. Simple, direct, foolproof.

Up until it came time to kick in the door. Movies make it look easy. One quick thrust of the leg and the door comes entirely off its hinges. It's not quite like that, turns out. Harley fruitlessy smashed his Chuck Taylors twice against the solid wooden door before giving up. He whimpered as he gently set his foot down on the floor. Looks like they weren't going to call him "Doorkicker" Harley anytime soon.

"Alright, you're an intelligent man," he muttered to himself, looking around the hallway. Didn't seem as though anyone had heard him just yet. "Figure out some way to get inside." He lifted a corner of the mat with a toe. No key. Well, that was too obvious anyways. Nobody with any brains would put a key under their welcome mat. Did he own a welcome mat? He couldn't remember. Probably not.

He surveyed the deserted hallway of the dormitory, unconsciously grinding his rotting teeth, looking for some way of breaking into the room. Preferably before the RA noticed he was here and kicking doors for no real reason. Muttering curses, he halfheartedly twisted the knob, found it was unlocked. Well, that would've been helpful to know earlier. With everything going on, he was surprised anyone would forget to lock their door. Grief does odd things to people, he supposed.

Cooper "Housebreaker" Harley walked inside the small room, found it unoccupied, had a look around at the tasteful decoration. He had been here once before, but he hadn't really taken the time to appreciate the decor. His mood had been somewhat altered at the time. But he had definitely been here, when he dropped Maria off at this place after the party.

He nodded to himself, pulled out the AMT Backup from the small of his back. Lowering himself into the desk chair, he gently placed the pistol on the surface of the desk, in easy reach. Now just to wait for Lillith Adams to return home. They would have a chat about what happened to Maria.