2007-03-01: Quid Pro Quo


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Summary: Elle has a favor to ask

Date It Happened: March 1st, 2007

Log Title Quid Pro Quo

Greenwich Village, Benji's Apartment

Benjamin has calmed himself down following that conversation with Bunny and is now returning towards his apartment. A brown paper sack is in his arms from the corner market, that fortunately has late hours. He's shrugged as deep as he can within his coat, but it's doing little for the chill of the night air.

And who should be standing outside the door to Benjamin's apartment building? Elle smiles as she sees the man near and gives him a finger-wiggle. "Hey there cutie. I was wondering how long it'd be before you showed up… its kinda cold out."

Benjamin skids to a stop there on the sidewalk, nearly dropping his bag and the keys he had just pulled from his pocket. "You.." Surprised is an understatement. He has nothing personal against Elle, he just doesn't know her, nor did he expect to see her again. "What is it you want?," he asks as he heads on up to the door.

"Look at you, you're shaking," Elle points out, clucking her tongue. "Mr. Winters, I'm not here to hurt you." She maintains eye contact when she says that so she isn't giving off that 'lying' vibe. "I'm here to ask for your help."

"Because it's cold out here," Benjamin says, giving the girl a wary look. "Okay," he says, not entirely trusting of Elle as he slides past her to unlock the door. He holds it open for Elle, if she wants to talk somewhere warmer. "My help? I don't understand what I could possibly help you with."

Elle steps in after Benjamin, something approaching an expression of gratitude on her face. "Well, its not my taxes, if that's what you're thinking." The grin she's wearing fades a little after she makes the quip. "Would I be correct in assuming you don't trust the company?"

Benjamin leads down the hallway towards his apartment door, now that they're inside the building. "I didn't think that it would be, you're still a dependent right?" Meaning, underaged and such, but nevermind that! "I.. no.. I can't say that I do." The door to the apartment is unlocked, and wouldn't you know it, it's empty. Which is probably a good idea. Owing to Elle's presence. "They did do me a small favor, not that I agree with how it was done, or methods.."

"I'm flattered, really. But I'm twenty four," Elle says, coming into the apartment after Benjamin. "Then we have something in common, Mr. Winters. And you should know how much it bothers me to say this, seeing as how my father is pretty much in charge. But I don't trust them either." She pauses there and then says, "I want out."

Benjamin blinks and glances over in mild confusion at Elle, "Oh, I'm sorry, you looked.. nevermind." He shuts the door behind Elle before making his way to the small kitchen to set down the grocery bag. ".. I still don't understand.. I'm in no way affiliated with them or anything. I don't blame you for wanting out, I just don't know how I could be of any help."

"I don't think you understand," Elle says, moving along after Benjamin. "I think they performed tests on me. I think they took my memories of it." She pauses in the doorway to the kitchen. "I need you to remember for me. In case they take my memories again. You're like the least likely person they'd come after for something like that. You've pretty much fallen right off the radar."

Benjamin turns around in the kitchen to face Elle. He still looks puzzled, "I thought they performed tests on everyone, that it was sort of the point." A sour note drops into his tone and he works on unbuttoning his coat. "How do you mean 'remember for you'? That's not part of my abilities." There is a slight touch of relief when Elle tells him that he's off the radar.

Elle sighs and asks, "I'm assuming you have a camcorder, right? I want you to record me and keep the tape hidden somewhere safe. That's it. That's all I want you to do, so what do you think, Benji, could you do that for me?"

Benjamin pulls his coat off and drapes it over the back of a dining chair. "That's all you need?" Well, that sounds kind of reasonable to him. "Are you afraid they'll take all your memories?" Pause. Blink. "I can't believe I just said that like it was a perfectly normal thing." Given that he has no clue there's someone with that kind of power and it was used on him. "I think I have a video recorder, or I can get one."

"Alright, then you better get it, because I don't have a lot of time," the blonde says, glancing around the apartment. "So, do you… live alone?"

It's obvious that Ben does not live alone. The mess speaks of a teenager residing within these walls. Oh crap. Benjamin gets an expression vaguely like a deer in the headlights. "Not really," he mumbles. "How much time do you need? Because.. tonight's a little late and bad timing.."

A crooked grin settles into place on Elle's lips. "Too late, huh? You want me to come back after my memories are forcibly removed from my skull?" She moves into the living room and clears off a place on the couch, plopping down into the seat. Legs crossed, she says, "How about you get the camera and I'll be the judge of when I need to scamper off, hmmm?"

Benjamin walks out of the kitchen, following after Elle and just blinks at the girl's audacity. "It's a little late at night for me to go borrowing one from someone," he points out, in a timid manner of course. "Do you really think they'll just wipe your mind, like that, for no reason?"

"Sweetie… what makes you think they'd do it for no reason?" Elle stares up at Benjamin, somewhere between smug and knowing. "So you don't have a video camera. That's a shocker. I was pretty much banking on you having one… what with being a yuppy accountant. Course I didn't factor in the divorce. She got everything, huh?" Shaking her head, she pushes back up from the sofa and says, "I'll be back tomorrow. Make sure you have a camera by then, okay?"

"I don't know, I guess I wouldn't put anything past them." Benjamin rationalizes. "I'm hardly a yuppy.. and I just don't have a need for keeping a video camera." It's not like he had kids to tape soccer games and such, but now that he's got Rose, there may be concerts to play proud dad at. "They just don't know the meaning of privacy do they? Can't believe the divorce is in whatever file those people keep." He looks away from Elle, staring more towards the floor as he brings a hand up, worrying over that mark on his neck. "Alright."

A smile is given the accountant. "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours Benji." Elle winks at the man before stepping towards the door, "I'll just let myself out. Good niiiiiiiight."

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