He had knocked on the door at least 8 times, waited 5 minutes, and checked his assigned apartment number probably over 20 times and still got no response. His patience was long wearing thin, and he glared spitefully at his paper once more, wishing that he could burn holes through paper and then maybe the door as well, so that maybe he could finally get in after standing here looking like some lost kid.
Not surprisingly, after three more minutes, and a couple of screams, he finally decided that either the occupants were very, very, heavy sleepers, not inside, or just plain assholes, and he had to take this into his own hands. He was just about to bust the door open, but not before giving the handle a rude shake, only to find out that the door had never been locked in the first place. Feeling just a little bit ashamed, but also furious that someone he was going to be living with could so carelessly leave the front door unlocked, he picked up the baggage he left on the floor and moodily stomped his way in, taking care to firmly shut and lock the door behind him.
He didn't see anyone at first though, so he cautiously set his stuff down on the sofa, peering around the room for signs of life. Shark tried testing the waters. "Hey," he spoke, walking deeper into the lounge. "I'm moving in here. Is anyone here?" Huh. Funny. He wondered where everyone went.
