Chapter 7“So, you apply a little bit of spirit gum, not too much, and…there we go. That’s your first layer of prosthesis.”
Finn observed the wig head upon which he and Shannon were practiced makeup scars, a common occurrence for the show. A nice, long molded scar sat across the wig head’s eye, looking as natural as flesh on white Styrofoam could look. Finn took immense pleasure in fiddling with all the little details, brushing on bits of color and fine-tuning it to look as real as possible. He chuckled to himself. “It’s almost weird that they pay you money for this.”
“This isn’t even the fun stuff,” Shannon smiled. “Just wait until you can do big bloodied gashes or bones that stick out of peoples’ arms and legs.”
“Ew!” Finn’s face screwed up just picturing it. Hot Blood showed some bloo
