As Dimitri made his way down the hall, he noticed two people talking amongst themselves, one, crouched over what appeared to be some withered plants, and the other standing over her smiling. Tempting though it was for Dimitri to try and join in on their conversation, he felt as if it would be somewhat rude to just but in for the sake of filling his quota for social interaction. That aside, there was something off about the boy that was standing, as though there was something brewing just below that smile. Dimitri knew that sort look better than most, not that he'd ever willingly admit to it. Continuing down the hallway Dimitri stopped in front of the gym and hung awkwardly in the doorway for a bit as he contemplated going inside. On the one hand, it was a good way to kill time, and there was a decent possibility for him to find someone on their own to talk to, yet on the other hand, he hadn't stepped foot into a gym since he'd stopped taking boxing lessons at fourteen.
"Ah, what the hell. I could use the practice if we're going to be doing more combat related junk later. Might even find someone who can give me a tip or two.", He mused as he finally entered the room. The first thing he noticed was the smell, every gym had it; that strange combination of musk, rubber, and the disinfecting wipes used to clean machines after use, and it always ranged from faint to gag inducing. Lucky for Dimitri, the smell in this gym seemed to be on the more tolerable side, and he had little trouble traversing the room in search of his target. The cyborg passed right by the weights and lifting racks, after all when you had no muscle to lose or gain, such an activity could be viewed as him being facetious or craving attention. Dimitri walked past the treadmills and elliptical machines for those very same reasons, pausing long enough to smile and nod at someone he recognized from his class, "Looks like she's in her zone. Maybe i'll talk to her once she wraps up.", he thought.
After a bit more looking, Dimitri found what the had been searching for: A punching bag, unoccupied, and swaying ever so slightly as though it had recently been in use. With his near perpetual lopsided grin plastered on his face, Dimitri circled the bag once before standing before it and bringing his chin down and his fists up in front of his face. Dimitri began shadow boxing for a bit, lightly hopping from foot to foot as he threw a few mock punches into the empty air. Dimitri continue this for about ten seconds to get himself into the proper mindset, then took a solid stance, one foot forward and flat on the ground, and the other back with him balancing on the ball of his foot. Dimitri lunged forward with his right hand, rotating his shoulder slightly as he struck the bag with a jab before returning to the "ready" stance. The bag swayed backwards a bit, and as it came forward again Dimitri swung out once more, this time shifting the weight to his back fist and rotating his hip as he lashed out with a hook, and then, like it was second nature, returning to the ready position. Dimitri continued in this manner, alternating between punches in a variety of combinations, his body swaying from front, to back, to side to side in an almost rhythmic pattern.