Thread: Moving to the Country (nothingbutporcelain and Dr Curiosity)

Michael Simpson sat in the airport with a very dull, bored look stretched across his face. Waiting for his niece wasn't exactly a glamorous job, but of course he would do anything for his family, especially after what happened to his dear niece. Mother dying while she was young, and a sick sorry excuse for a father. Not that Michael could hate his brother, he just couldn't believe that the man would do something so sick. Putting his hands on his own flesh and blood an such a way. Sick bastard. Now Callie could have a somewhat normal life in a less dramatic place. Flight Arriving. Checking a piece of paper, Michael began to stand up. According to the information on the paper written by Mrs. Simpson, Callie was coming in on a flight from New York. Well then, this was her. Rising out his seat, he began to make his way through the crowds, looking for the right terminal. Michael Simpson was a great man, with a lot of possibilities in his life. Like his brother, he was extremely wealthy, though stayed so not in the same way. When Michael's father had died he had recieved a large sum of money, perhaps less than his elder since he was the baby boy of his siblings. Now though, he had found comfort in the country life, running a farm of many different crops and animals. It was a workers life, but he found some relaxation in the separation from the world. Something he planned on adding his niece too, apart from the working. It was more than a hunch that Callie led a pampered life. There was no trouble finding his niece. Look for the only girl wearing exotic, skimpy clothes. His wife had informed him correctly about that. He looked for the sore thumb in the crowds and it took no more than five minutes. When he found her, she was attempting to retrieve her luggage in rather sorry attempts. The act made Michael chuckle under his breath. His niece looked very... Nice. Attractive even. She was definitely not the young girl she had once been. He watched the way the small yellow dress clung to her curves with almost interested eyes, before coming to. That was his niece afterall, and looking at her that way wasn't exactly appropriate. Well, that's what he tried to tell himself. As he looked down though, he found himself looking at Callie's legs, which looked very nice with such high heels on. Shaking his head, Mr. Simpson weaved through the crowds to the luggage pick up, to the far end. The largest bag was Callie's and he knew that to be a fact, because it was the one she had attempted to grab. A muscular arm reached between to small men grabbing their bags, seizing the oversized, overpriced traveling suitcase. He pulled the bag up with a single arm and set it down. His niece had trouble lifting this thing? Not a very physically strong one then. Michael had pulled the bag on the opposite side of the conveyor, so Callie would not have seen him, and would miss her bag where it was supposed to come up. Instead, she would stand there wondering why her bag was missing for a second as her unle came around the other side. Have a nice flight? Callie Simpson would turn to see a rather handsome, large man. Standing 6'2, Michael Simpson had the physical frame of a teutonic god, which could only be matched with a face carved by angels. He had stunning deep green eyes, slightly sunken into his smooth face. With a broad chin, pursed lips, and an all around perfect face, the only flaw was a small pale scar on his chin, which could only be seen when Michael had a clean shave, such as now. He wore a small white t-shirt that revealed every rippling muscle of his torso, and faded blue jeans with brown working boots. He looked more like a male model trying out for a country role than being a country man himself. However, a country man he was.