Appearance: About 4'3", and normal weight. She's got medium length dark blonde hair with dark brown streaks in it, falling about four inches past her shoulders. She frequently braids it; in a single, plain braid down her back; over her left shoulder; two, simple plaits of french, on the sides; etc. Her eyes are dark blue with a lighter, mroe grey ring around the pupil.
She's got a cute, short, and narrow nose, heart-shaped lips and around chin with a dimple. Her skin is deeply tanned and dotted with freckles from hours in the sun.
Personality: Crys is pretty smart for an eight-year-old, seeing and understanding more than most people think she does. She's pretty friendly, and happy to follow directions. She always wants to help people, and is often the Gardener's first choice to show newcomers the ropes and help them feel at home.
She doesn't always say what's on her mind, not because she's afraid to, but because she has trouble putting her innermost thoughts into words other people will understand all the time.
Bio: She was taken from a mall when she was four. She had lost her parents and the Gardener found her. Thinking that he was going to take her home, she followed him to his car. He told her that her parents sent her to a type of special boarding school. After years of thinking this and not knowing anything different, she believes that this is what the world is like, and doesn't remember a lot from before.
((Yay!! Let's start when the Gardener is bringing Jules in. :) ))
Crystal was just picking up the bucket of fish food when she heard her name being called. She turned to see the Gardener walking towards her, carrying a small bundle in his arms.
"We have a newcomer today, and when she wakes up I'd like you to show her around."
Crystal nodded. "Sure." Kids were always asleep when they came. Probably from the long trip, she thought, not knowing that the Gardener gave them sleeping pills.
She followed him into the house, to the left wing, where the girls slept. He lay the girl down on a bed and left, ruffling Crystal's hair as he went out.
"Foo?" Crystal schrunched up her nose. "Foo yourself." She pulled an old chest in the corner of the room open and eyed the girl quizzically.
"What are you anyway, size three?"
Crystal tossed the clothes she'd been pulling out back into the chest. She frowned slightly at the little girl, trying to decipher what she meant. "Are you hungry?"
"Normally we're only allowed to eat at meal times, and it's still two hours until dinner." Crystal said, getting up. "But since you just got here, we can make an exception. Come on, the kitchen's this way." She held the door open and gave the girl a smile.
"I'm Crys. What's your name?"
"Ools...Jules?" Crys led the way down the hall, turning left and down a stairs. It was much cooler down here, underground. There were no windows, but it didn't matter. It was cheerfully lit and usually smelled wonderful, with the kitchen down here.
((I need to go in a few minutes.))
"Lisanne!" Crystal called to the fourteen-year-old girl standing at a huge wooden table, cuttin vegetables. "Ools here wants some food. She's new."
Lisanne appraised the new girl. "It's just pots and dishes down there." She told her, seeing that she was opening up all the bottom cupboards. She opened up a higher cupboard that was full of little round buiscuts and took down two, set them on a plate, and spread strawberry jam on them.
"Here." Lisanne set the plate on on end of the table and gestured to the chair. "Leave the plate on the table. I don't want it broken." She said with a smile. So many of the little kids wanted to wander off with their plates for some reason.
"Right." Crystal said, plopping down on a chair. "Anyway, curfew is at nine for anyone under thirteen, and ten for everybody else. So you've got to be in bed by nine O' clock. Breakfast is at seven-thirty, and it ends at eight, so don't sleep in. Lunch is noon to one, and dinner is six-thirty to seven. Normally, you aren't allowed in the kitchen other than mealtimes unless you're on dish or dinner duty, which you won't be for a few more years." She counted off the rules on her fingers.
"Got all that?"
Crystal grabbed a hand towel off the counter and wiped Jules' face for her. "Don't worry. You're going to be with me all week, or at least until you've got all the rules down."
Crystal followed. "What's your favorite plant?" She asked, out of the blue.
"Yeah. Like flowers and vegetables and stuff." Crystal explained. "You were asleep when you arrived, so you didn't see the Garden."
Her eyes lit up. "It's beautiful. We all work on it. Everybody get's their own section. Since you're so little, you'll probably just get a few easy plants to water and take care of, but I've got a pretty bit area."
She grinned proudly. "If you're good, you get more space and more seedlings. I've even got a little fountain."
"It's the other way." Crystal said, pointing with her thumb over her shoulder and grinning at Jules' impatience.
"So what plant do you want?" Crystal asked, leading Jules back up the staircase. "It should be something easy to grow, for starters."
"How about Frangipanis?" Crystal suggested. "They come in different colors." She paused, then laughed. "Plus, it's got a great name." She shoved open the door and walked down another hall, turning right and opening a big wooden door. Heat washed in, accompanied by the bright australian sun. But, instead of red desert, flora in ever shade you could think of greeted them.
"Oh!" Crystal clapped a hand to her forehead and looked down at Jules' feet. "I forgot. You don't have shoes yet."
She turned back inside and opened up a closet by the door. It was full of shelves, the bottom four all full of boots, arranged according to size. Most had names under them. She looked back at Jules' feet and grabbed a pair of small, sturdy boots that didn't have a name on them and handed them to her. "Try these on. You need them around here. It's one of the rules."
Crystal led her down the path of soft red sand that wove between the plants and trees. She pointed to a patch of white flowers with yellow in the centers. "Those are Frangipanis. That's Alice's patch."
She walked on about ten more feet to a shady spot near a pear tree. The dirt was dark, rich, and freshly churned. "This is your spot. You can choose plants and put them here."
((BOOOOOMP. :) ))
((That's fine. :) ))
Crystal frowned slightly, trying to figure out what she meant. "They aren't here yet. You'll have to plant them. We've got lots of seeds and things."