The Echani Warrior sat upon a chair of his porch. Enjoying the sunset, a tea-cup held in his hand. The warmth slowly fading into the cooling night as it finally went over the mountain peaks. Darren Shaw was a man who had been through much. Living for literal generations. Despite this, there was not much more for him to do. Just enjoying whatever kind of a retirement one could have after such trials and hardships. Having children, dealing with force ghosts, and also, learning, training under some of the most esteemed individuals of the galaxy.
Ashin Cardé Varanin, Spencer Varanin, Darren Black, Daxton Bane All affected his life from the earliest of moments within the galaxy. Aiding, training, and rivaling him. However now, the man has grown old enough to just call it a day and head inside. Making his way to the back of his home, placing the tea cup upon the bathroom counter. A quick brush of his teeth, and removal of clothes. Enjoying his exposed flesh to the familiar cold breath of a bathroom. Letting his skin garner goosebumps. Reaching to the faucet, turning on the hot water, and letting it pour out. The loud clashing of water echoed within as he reached under the counter. Pulling out a rather cute looking pink bottle, and a rubber duck toy. Tossing the toy into the bathtub, the container was emptied into the water. Producing a froth of bubbles that smelled akin to fruits, and flowers.
A deep sigh began to exit Darren's mouth as he took a step into the warm water, only for his foot to slip.
Darren for years thought himself impervious to chance. Luck. Thus a lack of having a rubber pad was not used in the tub. A slick surface of water on porcelain caused the man to slip. Arms going out wildly before his head smashed into the sharp counter, bouncing, and then landing with a solid thud upon the floor.
Skull cracking open with blood and grey matter starting to spill out. Pooling around him just as much as the water would fill the tub. Continuing to flood over and wash him partially. Defecation smeared upon the floor with the release of muscle tension in Darren's body. A stench would be borne of this to rival the strength the man had once had within the force.
A man of great power, and renown, was too head strong, to take proper precautions against slipping in the tub, and so he paid the price.
Darren had his final breath not on the field of battle, or in his sleep.
But covered in water, soapy bubbles, and his own feces.
OOC: Yes this is how I want him to die. This is legit. Darren Gone.
Ashin Cardé Varanin, Spencer Varanin, Darren Black, Daxton Bane All affected his life from the earliest of moments within the galaxy. Aiding, training, and rivaling him. However now, the man has grown old enough to just call it a day and head inside. Making his way to the back of his home, placing the tea cup upon the bathroom counter. A quick brush of his teeth, and removal of clothes. Enjoying his exposed flesh to the familiar cold breath of a bathroom. Letting his skin garner goosebumps. Reaching to the faucet, turning on the hot water, and letting it pour out. The loud clashing of water echoed within as he reached under the counter. Pulling out a rather cute looking pink bottle, and a rubber duck toy. Tossing the toy into the bathtub, the container was emptied into the water. Producing a froth of bubbles that smelled akin to fruits, and flowers.
A deep sigh began to exit Darren's mouth as he took a step into the warm water, only for his foot to slip.
Darren for years thought himself impervious to chance. Luck. Thus a lack of having a rubber pad was not used in the tub. A slick surface of water on porcelain caused the man to slip. Arms going out wildly before his head smashed into the sharp counter, bouncing, and then landing with a solid thud upon the floor.
Skull cracking open with blood and grey matter starting to spill out. Pooling around him just as much as the water would fill the tub. Continuing to flood over and wash him partially. Defecation smeared upon the floor with the release of muscle tension in Darren's body. A stench would be borne of this to rival the strength the man had once had within the force.
A man of great power, and renown, was too head strong, to take proper precautions against slipping in the tub, and so he paid the price.
Darren had his final breath not on the field of battle, or in his sleep.
But covered in water, soapy bubbles, and his own feces.
OOC: Yes this is how I want him to die. This is legit. Darren Gone.
