Spam with Damon

[gray_atonement]

[Sylar had just finished his breakfast shift. It was a peculiar change, being a woman, but nothing so monumental as to disrupt his daily routines. Though he lacked some of the upper-body strength he normally took for granted, the grace and glow of his movements felt more natural. It was something he had always admired about women in some way and now he knew it was not only his imagination. This whole flood was fascinating to him, rather than traumatizing. The truth was that ever since his abduction of the shapeshifting ability in his own time and his own transformation into a woman for the first time, this change was not entirely unfamiliar. He had zipped a doppelganger of himself into a body bag as a woman in his own time; it had been cathartic. To be transformed now, somewhat unwillingly, into such a perfect figure? It was a fantastic study.

The killer strode down the hall with a cool reserve, nonchalant in his general attitude at the moment. His eyes darted about to the few people in the dining hall and the hallway beyond, people Sylar didn't recognize or care about until he spotted one in particular. Damon was someone he had misjudged, thinking the man worthwhile at first. Apparently he was too selfish and arrogant to be of much use. With a small roll of his eyes and a light smirk painted on his lips, he meandered his way nearer to the man as though distracted. He might as well have fun with him. The inmate stumbled slightly, "accidentally" bumping into Damon. With a flirtatious stare, he set a feminine hand on the man's arm where he had hit.] "Oh, I'm sorry."