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Name: Orly Montana
Age: 21
Hometown: Melbourne, Australia
Past Pageants: Miss Melbourne, Miss Down Under, Miss Bondi Beach.
Interests: Surfing, scuba diving, pineapple milkshakes, neon colors, hot summer nights, sleeping outdoors, marine animal conservation.
Three words that describe you:: Vibrant, Daring, Supportive.
Tell us a little more about yourself:: Pageant Princess and Aussie surf goddess Orly Montana was just about to trade up the laid-back down under life for college in Philadelphia to pursue a more stable career in marine biology when she received her invitation for the Miss Tropicana Scholarship. As tough as she is girly, being the type to blow kisses in photos and get way too competitive at air hockey, Orly intends to wipe out the competition for the crown the same way she used to do to all the silly boys on the waves, while being friends with everyone. Sure, it’s a long way from a stable career, but when an opportunity comes, she has to take it by the horns and give it her all, for, her motto is to do something that scares you every day. Though in her case, that can include wearing neon green with magenta. She’s ready to jump into what ever Pielea throws at her. Still, this superhotmama of the waves has a lot to prove.
Power Animal: Chameleon
Headshot: http://www.polyvore.com/polaroids_behati_prinsloo_fall_2011/thing?id=50538929
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TOP CHOICES:
1. Orly Montana
2. Coralina ‘Cora’ Bird
3. Devon Jameson
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I sat in my biology class, tapping my pen on my notebook. I looked down at my white silver Michael Kors watch. Only ten more minutes. Ten more minutes until I could run home, throw on my bikini, and spend the last few hours of my evening at the pool. It was close enough to the ocean, anyway. My board may have been collecting dust in my garage, but I could bet that there would sometime soon I could break it out and shred the waves.
A tone came over the loudspeaker, long and steady, signaling that all classes were over for the evening. Finally. I threw my notebook into my orange tote, threw my sweater over my shoulder and trotted out the door, down the long main corridor, through the lobby, out the front door, and to my car. I flew open the door, tossing my bag into the passenger seat and flopping onto the beige leather of the driver's seat. I put the keys into the ignition and started the engine, pressing the red button on the dashboard to lower the roof and expose my shoulders to the fresh spring sunlight of Pennsylvania. I backed out of my parking spot, carefully exited the parking lot, and sped my way down the side streets and streets and alleys of Center City, until I reached my sweet and small condominium in Fairmount.
I walked up onto my porch, pulling out my key and grabbing a thin handful of mail. I inserted the key and turned, giving the door a slight shove until I was inside. I dropped my keys and bag on the table by my door, walking into my kitchen and shuffling through my mail.
"Junk, junk, junk..." I mumbled to myself, throwing them onto my counter, until I reached the last one.
The envelope was bright yellow, almost golden, and had my name, Orly Montana, written in delicate script on the address line. I tore it open, eagerly pulling out the crisp white papers inside. I unfolded them, reading them intently.
"...Miss Tropicana?" I whispered, reading further, "...island... vacation..."
I squealed. I threw the papers onto the counter and ran towards the phone. I could not believe it. I was in the running for Miss Tropicana, on a beautiful, tropical, island!
Goodbye Philly, hello Pielea!
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COLLECTION: coming soon!
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Playlist:
1. All the Pretty Girls by Fun.
2. We are Young by Fun.
3. Hair by Lady GaGa
Age: 21
Hometown: Melbourne, Australia
Past Pageants: Miss Melbourne, Miss Down Under, Miss Bondi Beach.
Interests: Surfing, scuba diving, pineapple milkshakes, neon colors, hot summer nights, sleeping outdoors, marine animal conservation.
Three words that describe you:: Vibrant, Daring, Supportive.
Tell us a little more about yourself:: Pageant Princess and Aussie surf goddess Orly Montana was just about to trade up the laid-back down under life for college in Philadelphia to pursue a more stable career in marine biology when she received her invitation for the Miss Tropicana Scholarship. As tough as she is girly, being the type to blow kisses in photos and get way too competitive at air hockey, Orly intends to wipe out the competition for the crown the same way she used to do to all the silly boys on the waves, while being friends with everyone. Sure, it’s a long way from a stable career, but when an opportunity comes, she has to take it by the horns and give it her all, for, her motto is to do something that scares you every day. Though in her case, that can include wearing neon green with magenta. She’s ready to jump into what ever Pielea throws at her. Still, this superhotmama of the waves has a lot to prove.
Power Animal: Chameleon
Headshot: http://www.polyvore.com/polaroids_behati_prinsloo_fall_2011/thing?id=50538929
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TOP CHOICES:
1. Orly Montana
2. Coralina ‘Cora’ Bird
3. Devon Jameson
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I sat in my biology class, tapping my pen on my notebook. I looked down at my white silver Michael Kors watch. Only ten more minutes. Ten more minutes until I could run home, throw on my bikini, and spend the last few hours of my evening at the pool. It was close enough to the ocean, anyway. My board may have been collecting dust in my garage, but I could bet that there would sometime soon I could break it out and shred the waves.
A tone came over the loudspeaker, long and steady, signaling that all classes were over for the evening. Finally. I threw my notebook into my orange tote, threw my sweater over my shoulder and trotted out the door, down the long main corridor, through the lobby, out the front door, and to my car. I flew open the door, tossing my bag into the passenger seat and flopping onto the beige leather of the driver's seat. I put the keys into the ignition and started the engine, pressing the red button on the dashboard to lower the roof and expose my shoulders to the fresh spring sunlight of Pennsylvania. I backed out of my parking spot, carefully exited the parking lot, and sped my way down the side streets and streets and alleys of Center City, until I reached my sweet and small condominium in Fairmount.
I walked up onto my porch, pulling out my key and grabbing a thin handful of mail. I inserted the key and turned, giving the door a slight shove until I was inside. I dropped my keys and bag on the table by my door, walking into my kitchen and shuffling through my mail.
"Junk, junk, junk..." I mumbled to myself, throwing them onto my counter, until I reached the last one.
The envelope was bright yellow, almost golden, and had my name, Orly Montana, written in delicate script on the address line. I tore it open, eagerly pulling out the crisp white papers inside. I unfolded them, reading them intently.
"...Miss Tropicana?" I whispered, reading further, "...island... vacation..."
I squealed. I threw the papers onto the counter and ran towards the phone. I could not believe it. I was in the running for Miss Tropicana, on a beautiful, tropical, island!
Goodbye Philly, hello Pielea!
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COLLECTION: coming soon!
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Playlist:
1. All the Pretty Girls by Fun.
2. We are Young by Fun.
3. Hair by Lady GaGa
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