(Sure. I'll post a post for you to work with.)

Dawn sighed, looking at the ground. "Sorry." She looked back to see if Amber was watching, and when she wasn't she marked the ground with a chalk X as quickly as she could. She went to a bench and sat down. She crossed her legs, looking doubtfully at the helipad. "This is where he should be. Might take a while, so get comfy." She lay down her carry bag on her lap, though all she had was spare blankets, food, water, and flashlights. "You need anything? Cherry Ripe, TimTam, Jaffas, anything? Roll of Smatties? I'd like to make it up to you." She showed Amber the contents of her bag.

Dawn smiled back and handed her the red bag of Jaffas. "Nothing like some Jaffas on an empty stomach." She looked at the helipad and shrugged. "I don't really know. Hopefully he isn't a real big fat lug weighing us down the whole trip." She giggled a little bit, but frowned quickly. "I really do hope not." She scratched the palm of her right hand with the thumb of the other, the way she did when she was nervous. "Well, once we get them, we're heading underground. Pickaxes all around." The way she pronounced Pickaxes was unique in her own way. Pickeckses.

Dawn tilted her head to the side, looking at the way she brushed herself off. "Do americans always gussy up for a plain old greeting?" She mumbled quietly to herself. Dawn stood up, pulling her fur shawl closer to pretect her from the cold wind the helicopter was showering her with. She had slung the bag back over her shoulder. Dawn, of course, hated wind. It became harder to breathe, and keep her eyes open, and so many more things. She shielded her face, stepping up to stand beside Amber. She looked around, wondering where the other two went.

(We can wait. We still have some characters we're waiting for, but you can still create another character. I like to keep the genders balanced, so I'll check over the bios and see whats going to happen, it could just be a girl in a guy disguise... I always have atleast one character for backup.)

Dawn shrugged, looking at the helicopter. About a minute passed, and she was about to start pacing like a dog. "We don't have much time for delays. I'll see whats up." She ran up to the driver, pulling out her pocket dictionary. "Hola, ¿podrías... Cuéntenos lo que está pasando con su pasajero? Yo realmente apreciaría si pudieran darse prisa. No tenemos mucho tiempo. Por favor, les pedimos que darse prisa, ya sé que hablar Inglés, pero como ya he dicho, estamos muy corto de tiempo." (Hello, will you please... Tell us what is going on with your passenger? I would really appreciate it if they could hurry. We don't have much time. Please ask them to hurry, I know they speak english, but as I said, we are very short on time.)

Dawn nodded at Amber. "This pilot is from south america. I am not sure where, but all I know is that he does not know english." She looked at the pilot as she tried to translate all the jibber jabber about cats. Oh just tell me whats going on!

Dawn turned and lightly punched Amber on the arm. "Don't yell, or they won't come out. Its like ripping a leg off your freind to have a dog." She took a look at the sun. It hadn't gotten dangerously small, but it did shrink in the past few hours.

Dawn gave Amber a dangerous look through her mask.. "You should get out of that helicopter. I've heard about your moods... And not the good ones. I could ask the pilot to go back up and hurl you out. My spanish is good enough." She looked at the pilot. "Guario?" The pilot put their hand on the acceleration button.