Far From Maddy - Meet the Cast
Maddy
Age: 25
Occupation: Mechanic
Physical Description
DS Christen Jensen watched Maddy swallow hard. She noticed, too, the bunching muscles just above her jawline, the glint of the lip ring and more importantly, the straightening of the shoulders that indicated the young woman was regaining some control over her thoughts.
The police officer had already considered the width of the young woman’s shoulders and estimated it at a good two and a half hand-spans. While she had ushered Maddy along to the sitting area, her eyes had roamed the graceful sweep of taut muscles that spread gently from the middle of her back to pad her shoulders and how it ended in a smooth wedge that tapered off, level with the clavicles. The rounded oblong deltoids and the elongated smooth mass of the young woman’s biceps at ease, far from making her look bullish or boyish, lent definite grace to her movements. Nothing knotted, nothing bunched, nothing bulging; only smooth, feline, gentle and understated strength. “You work out a lot, Maddy?” DS Jensen asked to engage the young woman in a warm up chit chat.
Jo
Age: 22
Occupation: Student in Architecture
Status: Homeless
Physical Description
Jo had stepped into Maddy’s kitchen for the first time, long legs clad in a pair of worn-through jeans low on her waist. A rib-hugging Tshirt sporting the face of Chris Cornell, Soundgarden’s charismatic front man, was only long enough to reach past her belly button. Over it, an equally well-worn green and black flannelette shirt that dangled to midthigh. Jo looked like a long stem, lithe and striking in a most understated way. No bangles, no chains, no dog collar, no makeup, no nailpolish, no gel in the hair, short for the most part, that fell over her forehead in uneven strands.
Christen
Age: 35
Occupation: Police woman
Sexuality ID: Bi-curious
Physical Description
Maddy caught herself looking at Detective Sergeant Christen Jensen, truly looking at her for the first time since they had met back at the Burleigh Heads Police station. The shoulder-length, sun-blond hair, though feathered around the face, reminded Maddy of the wild mane she had once seen on a palomino out in a bright, sunlit field. Christen’s high cheekbones and tawny complexion could have been, in other circumstances, terribly beguiling. The woman didn’t wear any make-up. Her fingernails were short and unvarnished. She didn’t wear any earrings, be they matching, dangling, or otherwise, and the beach gear she had on, though still bearing the mark of an iron, was unisex and nothing more than cheerful. Cheerful yellow for the board shorts, cheerful electric blue for the T-shirt.
If anything, her hair looked more wind-blown than blow-dried, and years of weight training had shaped her somewhat shoulder-heavy. As she had said to Maddy, that night back at the station, her shoulders worked wonders on young punks. They were more impressed by them than by the gun at her hip. Probably because they assumed she’d be more likely to use her strength, if pushed, than her Glock. Very cute! But straight chick nonetheless. Maddy smiled inwardly. OK, so the babe’s has a flaw.
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