<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn-premiere.ladmedia.fr/var/premiere/storage/images/cinema/photos/reportages/photos-percy-jackson-et-le-voleur-de-foudre-qui-est-qui/brandon-t--jackson-est-grover/32154111-1-fre-FR/Brandon-T--Jackson-est-Grover_portrait_w858.jpg)</div><strong>Darrius King, "Rho"</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Flying through the halls, he just went up and phased through the ceiling/floor. He came out on the main floor where everyone else seemed to be in one place or another. Now to just find people. Lorde told him the others were gathering by the pool, but before he went he wanted something to snack or drink on while he went out there. Which meant a stop by the kitchen was in order. He took several shortcuts until he found it, and casually walked in, nodding to the cute girl in the clown get up, and the guy who was tatted up like he was.<br/><br/>"The Merry Prankster and High Voltage. Yo," he said with a small wave as he used his powers to summon a nacho or two into his hand. "I'm Rho...nice to meet you both." Smiling as he crunched into the nachos, he gave her a thumbs up. "Compliments to the chef...and such a beautiful chef too." He winked playfully at the clown and looked into the open fridge. A few beers, some hard liquor; other stuff.<br/><br/>He was underage and couldn't<em>legally</em>drink, but what the people didn't know wouldn't hurt them. In an instant, a bottle of vodka flew<em>through</em>Voltage and into his hand, and a large cup into the other. He held the bottle over the cup and the contents fell out like the bottom of the glass wasn't even there. When he was satisfied, the vodka was returned in the same fashion. "Sorry about that, man. You're gonna feel a slight tingling sensation for a bit as your molecules reorient themselves. Didn't mean to invade your personal space with my little magic trick. I get a little automatic at times. Don't even really think." The pool was calling his name, but it would be rude to leave just now.